#I’ve totally been on a monster-hunting kick lately huh
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your-unfriendlyghost · 10 months ago
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I tried to use a cool toned color palette, honestly, but I just don’t like it as much as my beloved warm tones lol
Also it turns out I unsurprisingly adore The X-Files. What can I say, it slots right into that paranormal-monster-hunter-American-gothic-gloomy-weathered niche that I love so much- I was bound to fall in love with it eventually, it was only a matter of time!
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castielscarma · 5 years ago
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The Bet
@helianthus21 @pray4jensen @bend-me-shape-me My 4th submission for SPNStayathome. You can read this as a stand-alone or a continuation from Part 2 “Gentleman.” (It’s 4.5 k so kinda long). Dean and Cas have been up later than usual, watching another movie after Tuesday movie night was officially over but as Dean pulls the covers over himself back in their room, he feels the late hour in his bones.
“God, next time I suggest we watch another movie, please kill me.”
Cas chuckles softly and reaches out to turn off the night lamp. “I'll remember that.”
“I don't have sand in my eyes, I have rocks. Boulders, Cas.” He nestles close to Cas and sighs contentedly as Cas wraps an arm around him and pulls him in close.
Dean grabs Cas' hand, pulling it towards his mouth for a swift kiss. He feels Cas stiffen, but it's not the nice, hot kind of stiff but something born from anticipation. The anticipation of imminent victory. Dean stops just in time, Cas' knuckles hovering just shy of a soft kiss from his lips.
“Goddammit.” He drops Cas' hand and pushes himself against Cas until he feels his body heat envelop him.
“I told you, your defeat is preordained. You can't resist me.” He tries to tone it down but his confidence drips from every word. “I recall the battle of Kendara. That victory will have much in common with my imminent victory over you.”
Dean huffs in annoyance. “Uh-huh. I've killed countless demons, monsters, and witches. I killed Hitler, remember? We even kicked God to the curb but my defeat is preordained. I thought you didn't believe in fate?”
“No. But I believe in myself. It's that pivotal moment, impossible and you kissing me, that kiss, will be unstoppable.”
Dean stills and pulls down his brows as he tries to recall an ancient memory. “Did you just quote Faith Hill's 'This Kiss' to me?”
Cas exhales and cards his fingers through Dean's hair. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
He digs his fingers in, and Dean moans with pleasure. He recognizes it for what it is, a distraction but it's a welcome one. If he can't have fucking kisses, he'll take everything else. “You totally quoted 'This Kiss' to me. Won't help you. I have an iron will, Cas. You just wait and see.”
Cas squeezes his hand gently. “Good night, Dean.”
“I'm telling you, Cas.”
Silence greets him. He'll show Cas. Sam too. Dean is not a lovesick puppy. He'll show both of them... but mostly Cas. “Good night, Cas.”
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Dean glares at Cas before pulling his attention back to Sam again.
“Dean, are you even listening to me?” Sam has that scrunchy wrinkle on his forehead, which means he's frustrated that no one's been listening to his speech.
Dean nods, raises a finger, and takes a most welcome sip of coffee. Really, coffee almost surpasses beer and pie, he thinks absentmindedly, at least the morning coffee does. But of late, Dean has found himself enjoying coffee practically any time of day. He ignores the inner voice that scoffs at his 'but of late'.
He doesn't want to acknowledge the reason why his coffee consumption has increased dramatically.
“Yeah, yeah, we need to reorganize the spellbooks in the library. Can't you ask Rowena to do that? She gave you those books. You're the flying broom boy, just whisper some Latin and Leviosa those books in order. Or ask Eileen... pretend it's a civilian library and you're on a date.” Dean winks but turns his back when Sam frowns a second time. He tunes out Sam's indignant reply.
Finally, he looks at Cas.
Cas had insisted on a bowl of ice cream after lunch. Usually, Dean isn't one to say no to sweet things – he'd finished his bowl in a matter of minutes – but the way Cas is eating the icecream, he almost wishes he had turned the offer down altogether.
Cas is slowly pushing the spoon inside his mouth and Dean can't help but zero in on how his tongue flicks out and how it swipes over lips he's been dying to claim.
Once again, Cas takes a spoonful and makes a face as he closes his eyes. Slowly, he licks his lips at some stray ice cream that has escaped. Finishing up, he turns and looks straight at Dean.
A burst of desire floods Dean's body and he clenches his teeth. He's doing it on purpose, the fucker. It's not that he isn't enjoying Cas being all flirty but this is something else. Entrapment is what it is. An attempt at least.
When Cas takes the spoon and starts licking at the top, swirling seductively, Dean gets up. “Oh, come on, Cas! No one eats ice cream like that.”
Cas drops his spoon and Dean feels Sam's inquisitive eyes on him. “Um, you alright, Dean? He's just eating ice cream.”
“I know he's eating ice cream. The whole freaking world knows he's eating ice cream. It's just the way he's eating it. With his tongue... and, and lips!”
Sam shots Cas a questioning look and Cas just shrugs, making a dismissive motion.
“Oh, really, Cas? You're just gonna do the shoulder shrug now? Sam, he – “ Dean stops mid-sentence. He does not want to explain what this is all about to Sam, well, not in great detail at least. “Never mind, it's complicated. I need to... um, take a shower.”
Cas quirks an eyebrow. “Didn't you shower earlier today?”
“I need another one!” Dean almost runs out of the kitchen.
Later in the afternoon, Dean has decided that the best strategy is to simply ignore Cas and by ignoring Cas, Dean is totally hiding from him. Since Dean knows from hard-learned experience that he has difficulties ignoring Cas – he figures over a decade of shoving romantic feelings aside won't be easily hidden now when they're finally together – he coops up in their room watching old Friends reruns and eating popcorn.
If he needs to go all Shining due to this bet and isolate himself, he'll do it. Cas is not gonna win over him with all his ancient angel knowledge and hidden seduction secrets. The only problem with Dean's plan is that he misses Cas.
Speak of the devil, Cas enters their room, with a couple of bags in hand.
Dean's eyes narrow suspiciously but his heart skips a beat nonetheless. Just being in the same room as Cas is enough to bring a smile to his face and a shine to his soul.
He takes off his headphones. “Been shopping I see. With Jack?”
“Yes. He needed some new T-shirts. Monster blood is hard to get rid of.”
“Mm, we should get Sam to craft a spell for that. Anyways, I think I'll head to the gym. Been slouching enough.”
Cas nods, drops the bags on the floor, and takes off his trench coat.
Dean stops in his tracks. Cas has been doing some shopping too. The navy blue shirt he's wearing hugs his body just right and not for the first time Dean curses the trench coat for the sexiness it had been hiding all those years.
He clears his throat. “Haven't seen that shirt before. A new one?”
Cas smiles. “Yes, do you like it?”
“It's alright. For being a shirt. Kind of auspicious for hunting but it's alright.”
Cas walks up to Dean, his stride purposeful. He grabs Dean's belt loops and pulls Dean to him until they're slotted against each other. “Just alright?”
Cas' soft exhales are fuel on his already burning body. If he would have known in advance how much not kissing Cas would turn him on, he would've never have done it. If he knew how much Cas would be a tease and frankly cheat, he would have just shut up about the bet. His betting days hadn't prepared him for a persistent angel. Or cheating. Dean was usually the one that got creative.
Dean glances at the fabric, how each movement simultaneously reveals a thick strong bicep and hides a chiseled chest. “It's nice. Maybe too nice for killing zombies and vamps, but if you wanna dress up, I won't judge. I mean, Sammy uses so much junk in his hair that he's broadcasting our presence to monsters within a two-mile radius.”
“I was thinking I'd wear it for our anniversary.” There was an amused sparkle in Cas' eyes. “You haven't forgotten about that, have you?”
A sudden weight falls on Dean's heart and his chest feels heavy with emotions. It's all a tangle, longing, guilt, and love mixed up until he can't separate one feeling from another. He shakes his head softly. “No, how could I, Cas?”
Cas' mischievous grin turns serious and he splays his fingers on Dean's chest while he pulls his chin up.
“Dean. What's happened, what's in the past is nothing we can change. Don't cloud this moment we have, every moment, our future, with these thoughts. You have me. And I have you, finally. I'm not going anywhere.”
Dean plays with Cas' shirt buttons. “Fine. You had me at anniversary gift.”
Cas' voice is smooth with a playful edge to it. “I never promised an anniversary gift.”
Dean grins. “Then what's the point? I'll be the anniversary gift. If you say pretty please, I'll even come with a bow. How about that, Cas? You can unwrap me with your teeth.”
Cas' smiles but his words are serious. “You'll come, cause I'll want you to come. The bow is just the cherry on top as you so eloquently put it.”
Dean's hands trail down as Cas nuzzles close. He hears the slow inhale of Cas' breath as he starts stroking Cas' sides and the soft exhale leaves him wanting more. “How about we start with the celebrations early? Mm, Cas?”
“Do you have anything special in mind?” Cas' voice turns deeper and Dean knows he's got him.
Clearing his throat, he tries not to sound too excited. “I suggest you take this off.“
“I can do that.” Cas' words roam over his skin and Dean tries not to do a freaking jig. His plan is working. Cas is totally lost in the lustful haze of wanting Dean – not that Dean blames him – and soon, he'll feel Cas' lips on him. Bam, done deal. Cas loses, Dean wins.
With measured movements, Cas unbuttons his shirt and slides out of the soft material.
Dean licks his lips. That skin is delectable and any other day, he'd be all over Cas but today he's playing a different game. His hands find Cas' chest nonetheless and his heart skips a beat as he touches his skin.
Even after all this time, touching Cas feels surreal, like a gift that will unpredictably be taken away at any moment. So Dean tries to treasure it, slowly stroking and coaxing Cas' desire higher and higher. He casually sweeps a thumb over Cas' nipple and judging by Cas' inhale, he's nailing it.
Now he is going to nail Cas.
Cas moans softly and arches his neck to the side, away from Dean.
Dean groans internally. It's the wrong side, he's supposed to lean into Dean and kiss him, dammit. He gently cards his fingers around the nape of Cas' neck, pulling lightly and bringing Cas in again. He knew that those fishing skills would come in handy.
“I've missed you”, Dean mumbles as he pulls gently on Cas' hair.
Cas' eyes are closed, his fulls lips so tempting but Dean focuses on getting those lips on his skin. Maybe if he just presses Cas' mouth on himself, Cas loses. Sure, Cas wouldn't have been the one instigating the kiss but if lips touch skin, technically that should count.
Cas turns towards Dean again, suddenly opening his eyes. “I've missed you too.” He continues nonchalantly, “Have you been avoiding me, Dean?”
Dean scoffs at the sudden change in dialogue. “Pff, no?”
Cas takes a step back and grabs the shirt from the floor. “Thanks for helping me remove my shirt.” His smile is smug. “I must say, it was a creative try. Seduction, deception, evasion, a sound strategy.” He turns and heads for the door. “Just a few more days. You can't win, Dean. I'm millions of years old. I saw the seed of what was to become you when you were tadpoles with legs crawling out of the ocean.”
“Where you going?”
“To change. And bake some dried apple snacks for tonight. Jack's time to pick the game. He's going to pick Scrabble. Hope to see you then, if you dare.”
Cas walks out the door.
Dean huffs out a breath and follows Cas out into the hall. “You know, Jack is supposed to pick the game. You're cheating, influencing him!” Cas was a living breathing dictionary, and Sam read dictionaries as bedtime stories. They were insufferable to play with.
Cas' voice echoes in the corridor. “Bye, Dean.”
“Dried apples are not a real snack!” Alright, maybe that was a low blow but what was he gonna do?
Cas throws his head back and laughs.
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Sam's eyes twinkle in amusement. “Ready to throw in the towel, Dean?”
Dean digs his hand in the Skittles bowl, expertly avoiding the green and yellow ones. He chews and ignores Jack smiling. He's at least beating the kid.
Finally, he dares a look at Cas. He's still beautiful, despite that smile on his face. But it's not the smile that's bothering him, no, it's the next few words out of Cas' mouth. “Are you ready to yield now?” He even has the audacity to take one peanut – who only eats one peanut? – and smile as he chews it.
“Are you guys serious?” Dean asks. “That's like what... over 40 points and you just happen to have a blank tile?” He turns to Sam, who is still grinning like a fool. “You're just gonna accept this?”
Sam raises his hands. “Hey, rules are rules. What are you saying, that Cas is cheating? Just take your defeat like a man, Dean.”
Dean narrows his eyes and turns to Jack. “Cheating's not cool. Got it?”
Jack nods solemnly but Dean notices the smile pulling at his lips. “Got it. Cheating's not cool.”
“It is a proper word, Dean,” Cas states matter-of-factly.
“Alright, fine. How do you pronounce 'syzygy'?” Ha, he'd like to see Cas explain himself now.
“Siz-i-jee.”
“Shhee-shhh-chee?” Dean turns to Sam and Jack. “Are we really gonna fall for this?”
Jack looks at his phone. “Google says – “
“'Google says'. Gimme that!” Dean reaches over and grabs Jack's phone, pocketing it. “No use of phones, that's cheating.” He turns his attention back to Cas; he's crossed his arms, and if Dean didn't know better he'd guess Cas is offended. Or irritated. It could be both. It probably is both.
“I have a vast wealth of knowledge in many areas. I have no need to cheat.”
“Hey, it's over forty points. I'm not backing down. What does it mean?” Dean smiles as if he's really putting Cas on the spot.
Cas sighs. “It's an alignment of three celestial bodies. With how things are going you won't see the alignment of one celestial body in a while.”
Sam starts laughing before turning it into a cough as Dean glares at him. “Fine, the word is yours and the points too.”
Reaching across the gaming table, Cas pushes a bowl over towards Dean. “Dried apple snacks?”
Sam just continues to laugh.
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It's quiet for a few days on the kissing front. Dean is suspicious, but also grateful. He's come up with the perfect seduction plan.
Evening has settled over the Bunker and if Dean's memory serves him right he still has a few hours left.  He's chased Sam and Jack away from the Bunker, encouraged them to take a trip to Eileen. Well, it had been more an order but Sam had just laughed and whispered something to Jack. The kid had lit up like a fucking Christmas tree, and waved goodbye, wishing Dean good luck. Luck?! He didn't need any damn luck!
Dean was a man with a plan and no luck would be involved in this, just pure skills.
He goes over the last preparations in the kitchen. The temperature of the steak is just right, the Hasselback potatoes are in the oven, golden and crispy and the beer is chilled. He lights the last couple of candles – he found them in a box in storage L4 – and nods.
Fucking perfect. His new, green shirt fits him like a charm and he's brushed his teeth twice. There's going to be a kiss tonight, and it won't come from Dean. Now for the finishing touches. He smiles quietly for himself. He's glad Sam and Jack are gone for the next part, otherwise, he wouldn't hear the end of it.
He turns down the lights in the kitchen, sits down by the kitchen table – covered by a linen cloth, thank you very much – and waits.
He can hear the shuffle of Cas' feet on the floor and Cas calling out. “Dean?” A moment of silence, then Cas calls out again. “Sam, Jack?”
As Cas finally enters the kitchen, he stops in his tracks.
“Hi, Cas.” Dean raises an eyebrow. “Welcome home. You ready for your surprise?” He notices that Cas is wearing that new, blue shirt. Perfect.
Cas looks around the kitchen, noticing all the candles and dim lighting, a note of awe in his voice. “Dean. What is all this?”
Dean adjusts his pants slightly, before getting up from the chair dramatically, almost knocking it over. “Time to unwrap your gift.”
Cas lets out an incredulous laugh but Dean knows he has him hooked. He can see it in how Cas doesn't even move. He just watches Dean with huge eyes, those crinkles at the corner making him even more beautiful.
Moving purposefully, Dean walks up to Cas slowly, giving him plenty of time to showcase the gift he brought him. “I figured I'd give you the best gift for our anniversary.” He puts his hands on his waist, just to emphasize what he's talking about.
Cas laughs, his eyes lingering on Dean's crotch.
Shaking his head, Dean puts a finger under his chin and raises it slightly. “Nice try, Cas. Up here.” He hesitates for a moment. “Do you like it?”
Cas takes a small step towards Dean, nodding. “Did you make the bow yourself?”
“I picked the color. You wouldn't believe the things Hobby Lobby has.” Dean thrusts his hips forward slightly and the big, yellow bow tied around his waist bops Cas in the stomach. “Now I know this amazing package is stunning, rightfully so, but I've heard the gift inside is to die for.”
Cas exhales heavily as he wraps his arms around Dean's neck. He puts his forehead against Dean's cheek.
Dean feels his desire stirring to life.
Cas leans back and his eyes have darkened. Something burns there and it must be contagious because one look from Cas and Dean feels his body flush warm. The fire spreads throughout his body and settles in his throat burning through his next words. He swallows instead, but saliva is not near enough to extinguish the fire. If he jumped into the ocean right now to cool down, the waters would evaporate before his very eyes.
It must be the heat from all the candles.
Cas' voice is deeper than usual, coated with a heat that makes Dean's skin flush. Definitely the candles. “Thank you, Dean. Can I open you up now?”
Dean licks his lips, swaying in place. “You want to... open me up? Here?” His last word comes out, a mere whisper.
Leaning in, a smile pulls at Cas' lips as he whispers darkly at Dean's ear. “The bow, Dean. I'm talking about the bow.”
Clearing his throat, Dean nods. “Of course, yeah. The bow. Go ahead.”
Cas pulls at the ends until the bow is untied. Still holding onto the ends, he yanks them toward himself, so Dean's body is flush against his own. “You were right. The wrapping is beautiful but I do find the gift inside to be exquisite.” He enunciates the last word with his hips, thrusting them against Dean's groin.
Dean's breath leaves him fast and he presses his hands against Cas' chest to keep himself steady. “I've made dinner,” he says as he fights the urge to roam his hands all over Cas' body.
“Smells delicious. Meat and – “
“Potatoes. I forgot about dessert but we have some – “
Cas spears his hand through Dean's hair, pulling it back gently, but not too gently as he can still feel those pinpricks of pain. “I have a better idea. How about we forget about the potatoes and skip straight to dessert, Dean?”
Dean blinks. He has a vague memory of him setting up a trap for Cas, but all his attention is focused on Cas and how his finger sweeps over his neck, how they move to trail up over his jawline.
“I can still make a quick pie – .”
Cas deftly unbuttons the top button on Dean's shirt as his thigh presses in between  his legs. “Too bad about the pie. But I have desert right in front of me.”
Dean sucks in a breath, his mind momentarily going to the dinner. “Potatoes are gonna get burned. Shame about that steak too.”
He can feel Cas' hands still and Dean momentarily regrets bringing up the food. Cas is fucking starter, main course, and dessert all wrapped up in one, and Dean is starving.
Cas' breath ghosts over Dean's jaw, only to be followed by soft fingers on his cheek. His voice by Dean's ear lights him on fire. “That's a shame. You know what else is a shame?”
Breathing through the buzz of pleasure that shots through him as Cas' grabs his nipple, Dean shakes his head. “That the steak is gonna taste like dried old tires?”
“I'll be done in a minute.” Cas sounds amused.
Dean is not sure what's so funny. His body is practically throbbing in unison with his rapidly increasing heartbeat and Cas just stands there, cool as a cucumber.
A burst of pain quickly turns to sweet pleasure as Cas releases the hold on his nipple. “I just want to say thank you.”
Dean's voice is husky with need. “F-for what?”
“This. The surprise, the food, you.” He strokes Dean's cheek like he's a freaking cat and it should be ridiculous but Dean feels himself closing his eyes and leaning into Cas' hand.
Cas casually rests a finger over his lips. “Open up.” Even that small amount of near contact is enough, almost too much. If Dean is dried up grass, that finger is fire, ready to consume him whole and turn him into a blazing inferno.
Suddenly he realizes what he's doing. Cas... Of all the stealthy, sneaky little bastards. He backs away – knowing full well he was about to get sucked into something he wouldn't be able to stop –  but really loathes the space it creates between them. “Huh, I see what you're doing, Cas.”
Cas follows him and pushes him back gently. “What am I doing, Dean?” His eyes twinkle but there is something predatory there.
A chill runs through Dean, the good, excited kind. The hard edge of the countertop digs into his back. “Uh, this, the whole sexy seduction thing...” He waves with his hand in front of Cas. “It won't work. I know every trick in the book.” He just wishes his voice didn't falter on the last word.
Cas chuckles softly. He leans in close, invades Dean's space with his presence.
His lips are so close to Dean's that he can practically taste Cas on his tongue.
Cas just stands there, but the heat is too much. He licks his lips softly and Dean's gaze follows the movement of his tongue. He touches Dean gently, his hand resting softly around Dean's throat. He cocks his head to the side, a small smile playing on his lips. “Am I seducing you right now?”
The air suddenly turns thick and heavy and Dean's pulse is jackhammering away. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.  He clears his throat. “No...?” His voice sounds weak and even he hears that faltering conviction of that protest.
Cas hums but doesn't ease up. “Say that again, please?” His other hand trails behind Dean's ear, scratching hard.
Dean sighs softly, turning away.
Cas doesn't relent. He lets go of Dean's throat and places a hand under Dean's chin, forcing him to look at him again. “Don't you want this, Dean? My hands on you, stroking all over. It's good, isn't it?”
Dean only nods, fearing his voice will fail him if he opens his mouth.
Cas almost whispers now. “Now imagine more than my hands. My mouth on your body, sucking that spot near your clavicle, ravaging your skin. You lauding that sensation, heart beating rapidly, your body writhing beneath mine trying to move away. How I slowly work my way up, sucking hard, leaving a bruising gift. You're soft sighs and moans as you silently demand more...“
Dean shuts his eyes and imagines it. Every single syllable fires up inside his mind, conjuring up images that he needs to expel from his body. Cas' words are tangible brushes and the picture they paint is one of pure, unadulterated want and passion. Dean wants to say something that fully expresses what Cas is doing to him.
“... until you've lost all coherent thought. My lips finally connecting with yours, kissing you deeply. Tasting the bitterness of beer on your tongue, coaxing out all that desire you kept under lock for so long, just imagine– “
Dean's eyes flash open and he grabs Cas by the nape of his neck, pulling his face close to his own.
Finally, fucking finally, he takes Cas. His lips are slightly chapped and tastes of home. It's electrifying and his body sings in appreciation. Salt that reminds him of the ocean mingles with Cas' own taste.
Cas drops all pretense of taking it slowly and kisses him with an abandon that leaves them both breathless.
His hands are all over him but Dean's awareness is solely on Cas, and on how he manages to light Dean on fire with his mouth.  They kiss until Dean's lips are raw and a light shove of hands on his chest tells him to stop.  
Reluctantly, he pulls back but he can't hide the grin that's plastered all over his face. “Now that was fucking sweet, Cas.”
“Not sweeter than the taste of victory.” Cas grins and adjusts Dean's rumpled shirt.
“Yeah, yeah. You won. But I was close, mm? This whole surprise dinner thing worked pretty – Fuck, dinner.” Dean groans as he heads over to the oven.
“I don't think two minutes will make much difference.”
Dean turns at Cas' smug tone. “Two minutes. You telling me that all this took just two minutes?”
“In all honestly, I could have done this days ago. But I've been kind.” Cas comes up behind him, pleased satisfaction dripping from every word.
“I don't know about kind,” Dean grumbles. “Do you know how hard it's been not to kiss you?”
“Seven days passed over ten hours ago, Dean.”
Dean puts the warm Hasselback potatoes on the top counter. “What?”
As he prepares the steak to rest for a few minutes, Cas pulls out his phone. The numbers are all down to zero.
“You're telling me that...that I could have kissed you hours ago?”
Cas wraps his arms around Dean. “You were free to kiss me any time you wanted to. You can't blame me for not keeping track of the days.”
Dean kisses Cas –  more measured this time – as he mutters. “You cheater. Not just one episode Cas, there'll be a freaking Bake Off marathon!”
“ I can live with that. Happy Anniversary, Dean.”
Dean shakes his head and smiles. “Happy Anniversary, Cas. And later, you and me are gonna do much more than kissing.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23873503  Feel free to leave a comment or kudos =) Hope you enjoyed this!
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antecedentlypod · 4 years ago
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EPISODE 5 TRANSCRIPT
[OPENING MUSIC]
[FISH LAUGHS EXCITEDLY]
FISH
I think that today, I will cause problems on purpose! 
Ummmm… Okay. [unintelligible muttering] Uh—here we go. [she clears her throat] I don’t… remember how he does his intro.
[Clearly and with intent] Siren’s Song.
FISH (STORY)
Your name is Harmony. A bit on the nose, maybe, you like it just fine. After all, you picked it out yourself, didn’t you? Yes, because before it had been Piper, and Jane before that, and Cicily before it was anything else at all. And now, you’re Harmony, and the lights are bright downtown and you are so very far from home. Do you miss the sea? Do you miss the biting air and the feel of the salt embedding itself beneath your skin until you can’t tell the difference between it and your veins? Of course, you do. But most of all, you miss a good and proper meal.
Your name is Harmony, and you are dancing until your feet ache. You can’t remember the name of the club, just that the music is loud and you know the girls on stage. They smile back at you and for a moment, under the strobe light that matches the pounding in your head, you can nearly see the gills or the flash of a feather. And faintly, beneath the base and the shouting, you can hear them sing along.
Their name is Adah. They’re dancing alongside you, against you, everywhere. They grin and ask something you can’t quite hear over the music but you nod anyway. You can tell they’re the sort of folk that’s there most nights and they’ve coated their face in wonderful, pink glitter. They’re swaying and jumping along to the music perfectly in sync with the way it’s entranced them. It’s then that you know exactly what they’d asked for when you reach into your back pocket and slip out a little tab. It’s got something or another printed on it you don’t remember. It’s whatever they want it to be. They laugh and stick out their tongue when they see it and you shake your head, and you lead them to the bathroom. They skip behind you and keep a hand on your waist the whole way down. They don’t seem to notice how boney it’s become. 
You come out of the bathroom Adah-less and pleased. Your hunger is quenched for the time being, although you do feel awfully sorry for whoever wanders in there next. You let the tab sit on your own tongue, and then you’re off again, waiting for someone to get just this side of too close. You rather like it at the clubs and cabarets—easy pray and all, but it isn’t long before the inky black floods the streets and you decide that that’s much more their playground than yours.
And so, his name is Markus. He plays the guitar, albeit rather poorly, and he sings with confidence rather than skill. You found a flyer for his show on a telephone pole in the city, and you talked to him at the small merch stand afterward. Markus… Markus wants to be a star.
So, your name is Harmony and suddenly, you’re an agent.
He shakes your hand with a broad grin and babbles about how excited he is to be working with you. You invite him over to talk business and he agrees to Wednesday afternoon after his shift at a nearby sandwich shop. He doesn’t notice when you lick your lips in excitement. Days come and go, but nothing really matters but the approaching promise of company. Wednesday comes slowly like a watched pot, but still; there’s a knock at your door. He stands beaming and clutching a tattered guitar case, shifting feet before the porch while he goes on and on about his day and such. You aren’t really listening, 
“Enough chit-chat,” you tell him, “let’s get to it then.” So you clear your throat, and then you’re singing the sweetest song he’s ever heard. “All you have to do is sign right here and I can make all your dreams come true, Mr. Cunningham. I can put a good word in with the right people, I can get your name out there. Really, it won’t be long before everyone knows your name. And that’s what you want, isn’t it? 
“Aw, poor Markus, no one’s ever known your name, have they? Even your father called you champ when he forgot. Last picked in gym, always having to partner up with the teacher, or making a group of three with best friends that glare at you what you do a bulk of the project. Not anymore. They’ll be in the front row at your concert. Screaming your name. I can make you a God.”
That’s more than enough to get him inside, that lovely glazed look in his eye all the way up the steps. You’re on him before the door is even fully shut. Teeth meet flesh and tear like scissors through wrapping paper, the hope in his blood making it taste that much sweeter. Your wings unfold and lift you high enough to descend upon his face, gnawing it down to bone and relishing the way his tongue slides whole down your throat. After some short time, The bones of Markus Cunningham lay licked clean and dry on the floor of this months’ home. 
You really ought to stop making such a mess.
Your name is Harmony and this month, you’re a defense attorney. You’ve never been very good at arguing, but persuasion happens to be your specialty. Lace that sweet sing-song into your words and any jury will fall at your feet. And you’re paid quite well too. You like to pick up the tough cases, the real irredeemable scumbags. “I’ll get you off scott-free,” you tell them, “You know how many cases I’ve lost? None. Lower than anything, yeah? I do my job right well sir, you trust that.”
So this month’s name is Blake McFarlin, she held a family at gunpoint for some debt the father owed, money they didn’t have, and she shot the little one dead. All evidence points to her, she cleans up about as well as you do. The best part is, she doesn’t seem to think she did anything wrong. And, in no time, you’ve got the jury convinced of the very same. The judge lets her go with a couple years parole and she’s clinging to your arm, crying, thanking you. You smile at her, and you say “Of course, doll. Now say I buy you a drink, huh? To celebrate?” She nods into your sleeve and you take separate cars to a bar a few blocks over. You’ve got the photos of that poor little kid in the testimonies of her weeping parents in your head the whole way over. You’ve only just barely dragged her into the back alley before you’re ripping her apart. It feels… right. It feels just to get her that close to freedom and take it all away.  You hope that little girl knows this monster got what was coming to her. Her vocal cords are stuck between your teeth like floss before she can scream for help, her arms and mangled hands are waving frantically around for purchase, finding nothing but your bared, sharp shoulders and kicking at your legs long off the ground. You lick your lips clean and let her fall to the ground almost lifeless. You snap her legs, toothpicks between your taloned feet, and you leave her there to bleed the rest of the way out. She doesn’t deserve to go out clean and quick. 
Your name is Harmony. You sit in your office chair throne at the tippy-top of a many-leveled building that towers over the people that walk beneath it. Beneath you. It’s been an endless food chain of prophet and the profited, and you fancy yourself the apex predator. There’s not a thing in this world your money can’t buy. And yet, it’s never quite enough. Tear down these apartments, pave this forest, drain them all dry of pennies and dimes, and the blood on their bones. Sing them sweet on fortune and fame and toss them when you’re done gorging yourself on all they have to offer. It’s not quite the sea but, times change. And sometimes, for the better.
You aren’t sure of the last time you met hunger, but satisfaction begins to bore you. And you find that you so desperately crave the hunt. And so you tear that castle of exploit and exploited down to rubble from top to bottom and you set off to the next city, the next country, the next chorus, the next meal. 
Your name is Harmony, but it isn’t is it? No, your name is something pitchy that leaves a burn on the tongue of those unfortunate enough to speak it. But don’t let that stop you, you’re getting awful… hungry.
The end.
[FISH BREATHES HEAVILY IN HORROR, A DOOR OPENS]
LORRIE
Hey, uhhh, whatcha doin’ there Fishy?
FISH
[obviously horrified] Um… I, I, uh, I was just… Y'know, um, fucking around? [nervous laugh] I was just um, I dunno poking a little fun at you? Y’know, like a little sibling does, but, um, what the fuck is up with this story? I-is this a joke? I mean, it was marked in your book. I wanted to see what it was all about so I just kin—I just kinda read it? This is the shit you’ve been reading? The one I sat in for was, like, totally fine! But this? 
LORRIE
[guiltily] Uh, yeah. Yep, I—I know. Some of them are… really off-putting— 
FISH
[duh, but make it scared] Yeah.
LORRIE
That’s… That’s one of the reasons I, uh, I kicked you out the other day. I read all the stories before I record them just to like, get them in my head and get ready for them, and I knew that second one was weird? I didn’t want… you to have to listen to me read it. I kinda go into a, uh, like a uh, uh, a trance? Sort of? When I read.
[FISH SCOFFS QUIETLY]
FISH
[appalled] You… you don’t think it’s a little weird? That your children's audiobook company or whatever is sending you shit like this? What—what do you even know about them beyond the name on your paycheck? This is—this is fucked up!
LORRIE
[dismissive] Mhh, I-I mean they’re weird but that’s what they sent me! They just send me the story numbers for this month, y’know, and then I record them, send them off, and I get paid. I don’t particularly care what happens after that.
FISH
[angrily] Yeah. You get paid. Lorrie? Bubba? This story is basically some twisted, gory version of the truth of late-stage capitalism? The world? I dunno—this isn’t a fucking kids story is what it is. 
LORRIE
None of them really are! What else did you expect? Like, hell, The Devil’s Sooty Brother, does that sound like a kid’s story to you?
FISH
I-I dunno! It’s not this! I-I just, I thought you were reading, fuckin, Goldilocks, or something! Not, like… gore...dielocks? I just—Listen, I—this is giving me really bad vibes, like intensely bad. Like, horrible, money-grubbing, child-traumatizing vibes. There’s gotta be other jobs out there.
LORRIE
[a bit fed up] There are other jobs out there! I like this one! I don’t have to leave the house, or like, talk with anyone, and I get to hang out with our dog all day. The story contents don’t exactly bother me much.
Why do they bother you so much?
FISH
I… I dunno. I don’t usually get scared easily it’s just—it’s not right, bubs. It’s not fucking right. Something weird is going on here and you’re just ignoring it! What if you’re getting tangled up with something… I dunno something really, really bad? I don’t know what I would do if you… [Lorrie sighs]. You really don’t see anything wrong with this?
LORRIE
[struggling] I mean—I, I guess I do? I don’t fucking know! [frustrated noise] I need to record, Fish. I need some fucking peace and quiet. 
[FISH SCOFFS]
FISH
[angry disbelief] Yeah, fine. Whatever.
[FISH LEAVES THE ROOM, THERE IS A LONG TENSE SILENCE. LORRIE SIGHS]
LORRIE
[in denial] It’s fine. It’s fine! This—this isn’t that big of a deal. I’ll—[sigh] I’ll talk it out with her later, it’s fine. We always work out our little fights, I guess. Siblings fight all the time! It’s normal. Even if… you’re not related by blood.  [deep, steadying breath]
Take one of Rapunzel. [muttering] I need to find the page. [Another sigh, pages turning as Lorrie looks through the book]. Take one of Rapunzel. Read by Lorrie Ada--
[SCENE CUT]
LORRIE (CONT)
Take three—
[SCENE CUT]
LORRIE (CONT)
Take seven of Rapunzel. Read by Lorrie Adams.
LORRIE (STORY)
Once upon a time, there was a husband and wife who, for some time, had been wishing in vain for a child. Finally, the dear Lord gave them a sign of hope that their wish would be fulfilled. Now, in the back of their house, the couple had a small window that overlooked a splendid garden filled with the most beautiful flowers and herbs. The garden, however, was surrounded by a high wall and nobody dared enter it because it belonged to a sorceress who was very powerful, and feared by all. One day when the wife was standing at the window and looking down into the garden, she noticed a bed of the finest Rapunzel lettuce; the lettuce looked so fresh and green that her mouth watered and she had a great craving to eat some. Day by day this crazing increased and since she knew she could not get any, she began to waste away and look pale and miserable. Her husband became alarmed and asked, “What’s wrong with you dear wife?”
“Ah,” she responded, “I shall certainly die if I don’t get any of that Rapunzel from that garden behind our house.” Her husband, who loved her, thought ‘before I let my wife die I’ll do anything I must to make sure she gets some Rapunzel.’
That day at dusk, he climbed over the wall and into the garden of the sorceress, hastily grabbed a handful of Rapunzel, and brought them to his wife. Immediately, she made them into a salad with great zest, but the Rapunzel tasted so good to her, so very good, that her desire for them was three times greater the next day. If she were to have any peace, her husband knew he had to climb into the garden once more. So at dusk, he scaled the wall again, and just as he landed on the other side he was given a tremendous scare, for he stood face to face with the sorceress.
“How dare you climb into my garden and steal my Rapunzel like a thief!” She said with an angry look. “You’ll pay for this!” 
“Oh,” he cried, “Please let mercy prevail over justice. I did this only because I was in a predicament, my wife noticed your Rapunzel from our window and she developed such a great craving for it that she would have died if I hadn’t brought her some to eat.”  Upon hearing that, the anger of the sorceress subsided, and she said to him; “If it is truly as you say, I shall permit you to take as many Rapunzel as you’d like, but only under one condition. When your wife gives birth I must have the child. You needn’t fear about the child’s wellbeing, for I will take care of it like a mother.” In his fear, the man agreed to everything, and when his wife had the baby his sorceress appeared at once. She gave the child the name Rapunzel and took her away.
Rapunzel grew to be the most beautiful child under the sun, but when she was twelve years old the sorceress locked her in a tower in a forest. It had neither door nor stairs, only a little window high above. Whenever the sorceress wanted to get in, she would stand below and call out, “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair for me.” Rapunzel’s hair was long and radiant, as fine as spun gold. Every time she heard the voice of the sorceress, she unpinned her braids and wound them around a hook on the window. Then she let her hair drop twenty yards and the sorceress would climb up on it.  A few years later, a king’s son happened to be riding through the forest and passed by the tower. Suddenly, he heard a song so lovely that he stopped to listen. It was Rapunzel, who passed the time in her solitude by letting her sweet voice resound in the forest. The prince wanted to climb up to her, and he looked for a door but could not find one. So he rode home. However, the song had touched his heart so deeply that he rode out into the forest every day and listened. One time as he was standing behind a tree, he saw the sorceress approach and heard her call out;
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” Then Rapunzel let down her braids and the sorceress climbed up to her.
“If that is the ladder that one needs to get up there, then I am also going to try my luck,” the prince declared. The next day as it began to get dark, he went to the tower and called out “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” All at once, the hair dropped down and the prince climbed up. When he entered the tower, Rapunzel was at first terribly afraid for she had never laid eyes on a man before. However, the prince began to talk to her in a friendly way and told her that her song had touched his heart so deeply, that he had not been able to rest until he had seen her. Rapunzel then lost her fear and when he asked her whether she’d have him for her husband, she saw that he was young and handsome. She thought, ‘he’ll certainly love me better than old Mother Gothel’. So she said yes and placed her hand in his. 
“I want to go down with you very much,” she said, “but I don’t know how I can get down. Every time you come you must bring a skein of silk with you and I’ll weave it into a ladder. When it’s finished, then I’ll climb down and you can take me away on your horse.” They agreed that until then, he would come to her every evening, for the old woman came during the day. Meanwhile, the sorceress did not notice anything until one day, Rapunzel blurted out; “Mother Gothel, how is it that you’re much heavier than the prince? When I pull him up, he’s here in a second.”
“Ah, you godless child,” exclaimed the sorceress, “What’s this I hear? I thought I had made sure that you had no contact with the outside world, but you’ve deceived me.” In her fury, she seized Rapunzel’s beautiful hair and wrapped it around her left-hand several times, grabbed a pair of scissors with her right hand, and snip! Snap! The hair was cut off and the beautiful braids lay on the ground. Then, the cruel sorceress took Rapunzel to a desolate land where she had to live in the great misery and grief. On the same day she banished Rapunzel, the sorceress fastened the braids that she had cut off to the hook in the window, and that evening when the prince came and called out “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair!” she let the hair down. The prince climbed up, but instead of finding his dearest Rapunzel on top, he found the sorceress who gave him vicious and angry looks.
“Aha!” She exclaimed with contempt, “You want to fetch your darling wife, but the beautiful bird is no longer sitting in the nest and she won’t be singing anymore. The cat has got her, and it will also scratch out your eyes. Rapunzel is lost to you and you will never see her again!” The prince was beside himself with grief and in his despair, he jumped off the tower. He escaped with his life, but the thorns he fell into pierced his eyes and so he became blind. Now he strayed about in the forest, ate nothing but roots and berries, and did nothing but mourn and weep about the loss of his dearest wife. Thus he wandered for many years in misery, eventually, he made his way to the desolate land where Rapunzel was leading a wretched existence with the twins, a boy and a girl to whom she had given birth. And when he heard a voice that he thought sounded familiar, he went straight towards it and when he reached her, Rapunzel recognized him. She embraced him and wept, and as two of her tears dropped onto his eyes, they became clear and he could see again. Then, he escorted her back to his kingdom, where he was received with joy and they lived happily and contentedly for a long time thereafter.
LORRIE
This one… wasn’t so bad. I mean, like, it’s still got gory bits, unfortunately, but it’s not nearly as bad as the last one. The one that Fish read, I mean.
[slowly spiraling] I don’t like fighting with her. It makes both of us feel bad and then, then, th-then shit is weird between us for like, days and it sucks feeling like I can’t talk to her. Because she’s the most important person in my life. Thank god we don’t fight that often. [sigh] But this fight seemed… different. I don’t know what she’s thinking is so wrong with the stories! They’re just, they’re jus—They’re just stories! There’s not really any issues, right? I—It’s just a book! Doesn’t matter that it was on the other side of the office this morning when I came in to set up. Fish probably came in and like, browsed through it last night. Probably just wanted some light reading material.
[Sadly] I really should go talk to her. I’m gonna go talk to her.
End recording.
[CLOSING MUSIC]
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Robert's Fear warning clowns.
It was a quiet autumn afternoon, the air was a bit chilly, the leaves are starting to change, and the air was crisp.
Luka and Amanda were sitting at the picnic table carving pumpkins for Halloween.
Amanda: And there. All done. (shows Luka) Waddya think, pop?
Luka: Lookin' good. Mine all done. (Shows her)
Amanda: Awesome. Nice work, Popsicle. I'm really looking forward to-- ... O-Oh... Oh, my god. Dad...
Luka looks at her with a worried expression, Amanda looks back with look of pure horror on her face, hold up her hands that was covered into pumpkins guts.
Amanda: PUMPKIN GUTS!!! (Holds up pumpkin seeds and guts)
Luka: AAAAGHH!!! PUMPKIN KILLER!!! STAY AWAY!!! (runs off as Amanda began to change after him)
Kodama jumps up and runs after them barking.
Meanwhile, Robert and Mary were walking pass Brian's house, he stepped on switch and an evil clown prop popped out right next to him.
Clown: EEEEEHHHHHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Robert: AHG!!! AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
The screaming was could be hread from behind Luka’s house, the stopped and listening. Amanda blink and looks at Luka with a real scared look on her face.
Amanda: Who's screaming??
Luka: I don't know. I'll go check. Stay here with the dog.
Amanda nods, as Luka runs out of the back yard too look.
Meanwhile Mary was looking at Robert, who was on ground, starring terrifyingly at the evil clown decoration.
Mechanical Clown: Hehehe. Trick-or-treating... Ehhehehe Hehehehe Hahaha.
Robert: S-STAY AWAY, YOU SMILIN' SON OF BITCH!!
Mary: Robert, calm your tits. It's a stupid decoration.
Robert: THAT THING WILL EAT YOUR SOUL, MARY!!!
Mary: Oh, for crying out loud. It's not real. Look.(slaps the prop)
Brain opens up the door, to see what was all commotion was about when saw Mary slapping the clower, and runs over.
Brain: Hey, hey! Don't tough it like that!!
Mary: Alright, alight, big guy. My bad.
Robert was getting his feet panting heavily, hand over his heart.
Robert: Jesus, Brian, clowns!? Seriously!? What kind of sadistic individual likes clowns?!
Brian: ... I... Like clowns.
Robert: Then you, sir, are insane!!
Luka: (runs over) Hey! I heard someone screaming! What happened!?
Robert turned too look at him.
Robert: I-I'M FINE!!! Nothing's wrong! I-I ... Gotta walk Betsy! I'm spending the night at your house! No butts!
Before Luka can say anything Robert Power walk to his house his face beat red.
Luka stood there, absolutely confused. Return to Mary and Brian to ask what just happened, The notice Brian's house completely covered with Halloween decorations, jack-o'-lanterns and creepy clowns covered his whole lawn.
Luka: ... Um... Wow. That's terrifying.
Brian: Hahaha. Yep! (smiles proudly) Going all out this year.
Mary: I like it. I give you props, Brian. You manage to scare Robert.
Luka: Oh. So Robert was the one screaming.
Mary: Hahahaha. Yep, it was funny. (starts laughing hysterically) He hunts ghost and monster, and yet funny colorful clowns scare him. Haha.
Luka: Mary. (crosses his arms) It's not funny mocking someone's fear. You're scared of heights.
Mary: Yeah, doesn't mean I make fun of myself for that.
Luka: ... Fairpoint.
Later on Robert sitting on the couch, watching a ghost show with Amanda.
Luka was in his Studio working.
Amanda: Commercial break. Snacktime.
Robert: Snacktime is the best time.
Amanda: Sure is. We got popcorn.
Robert: buttered?
Amanda: Only the best.
Robert: Heheh. That's my girl.
Amanda stands up and goes to the kitchen. Luka walked out the studio, so that the curtains in the living room were drew back.
Luka walked over to them and was about to open them, when Robert jumped to his feet.
Robert: No! Do not open those!
Luka: (gives him a puzzled look) Why?
Robert: There's no reason to open 'em.
Luka: Well, my plants need the sunlight, and it too dark in here, so--
Before Robert could get a word in Luka Open the curtains, ooked out the window, and saw Brian's house.
The whole place was covered in creepy evil circus clowns.
Luka: Geez, Brian is really going over bored with those clowns, huh, Robert? ... Robert?
Luka turns to Luka at him, but he was no longer standing next standing in the hallway, shaky
Luka stood there confuse on where Robert had gone and suddenly remembered Robert's fear of clowns.
Luka: Oh, boy. (Close the curtains) S-Sorry. I-I kind of forgot.
Robert: (pokes his head out from the hallway) Do. Not. Open. Those. Curtains. Ever.
Amanda: (pops up behind him) Popcone's done.
Robert: AAAHHH!!! (jumps) THEY'LL EAT MY SOUL!!!
Amanda: ... What?
Robert: N-Nothing.
Luka: Robert's a little freaked of the clowns cross the street.
Robert: LUKA!!
Amanda: Oh. Okay.
Robert: I-I'm not scared of them!
Amanda: Robert, it's cool. My Best friend Emma P hate clowns.
Luka: And your Daddy used terrified of them as well.
Amanda: Oh, yeah.
Robert blinks and looks at Luka.
Robert: W-Wait. Alex the bone crusher, your husband who is a heavyweight champion was scared of clowns??
Luka: Oh, yeah. He... was never a fan of them. I remember one time when we were started dating around Halloween. Alex was trying to impress me by going into a haunted house. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wanted to go to prove he was big strong and tough was to me. So went in, a clown jump out scared the the living crap of Alex and he fainted.
Amanda: Oh, yeah. Daddy told me that story all the time around Halloween. Heh.
Luka and Amanda laughed, Robert looks at them, but then slowly started to calm down and felt more relaxed, and Luka headed into the kitchen to make everyone tea, and came back with small tray with three mugs of hot tea, while Amanda and Robert were talking.
Amanda: Yep. Totally hate spiders. Can't watch The Return Of The King or Read Harry Potter and Chamber Of Secrets with out freaking out. (takes a sip of her tea)
Luka: And I hate snakes and I'm scared of the dark.
Witch is why I sleep with the bathroom lights on every night.
Robert: ... (takes a sip of his tea) When I was about 6 years old, I want to this kids birthday party, don't remember the kids name, but there was ... Guy dressed up as a clown, Frankie Smiles... God... Even say his name gives me chills. I need to go to the bathroom, so I went off my own trying find one, couldn't Turned around to ask someone when ... Frankie jumped out from in front of my, smiling that creepy ass clown smile and said: 'Hello there little boy, you wanna balloon?'
... I literally wet myself , and started screaming and crying my mom and dad. (Face turns bright with embarrassment) That... was pretty traumatizing.
Luka: Awww, Robert.
Amanda: (puts her cup of tea and hugs Robert) I couldn't imagine how scared you were.
Robert: (put an arm around her and kissed her on the of the head) Thanks, sweetheart.
Amanda: When I was 7 years One of my school bullies dump the shoe box of spiders me.
Robert: What!?
Luka: Yeah, it's true. We got a call from the principal, Alex and I showed up, Amanda was there already in tears, and Alex and I were livid, and of course the kid's parents said they're son did nothing. Tried to blame Amanda and say she was being the bully. The other kid's dad after called terrified our 7 year old daughter a wussy for being scarred over ‘few little spiders’. Alex was about to fistfight the jerk.
Robert: ... Hey, I would've kick the fuckers ass too.
Luka smiles at him. Robert smiles back.
Robert: Heh, hey thanks for not makin' fun of me, and talkin' about has been kinda therapeutic.
Amanda: Of course. There's no judgment here. We all have fears.
Robert smiles at Amanda and pulls into a hug and kisses the top of her head.
It was getting late, Amanda said good night and headed off to bed, while Robert and Luka washing the dishes.
Robert: Hey, thanks for being ya know, cool with my fears.
Luka: No problem.
Robert: I’ve alwyas been told that real men don’t have fears and well, you’re a pussy for bein’ scared. My dad literally told me to man the fuck up, when he found me cryin’. Tellin’ a 7 year old boy to man the fuck, goddamn.
Luka didn’t say anything, just nods, and sighs.
Luka: Yeah... My dad was the same way too.
Robert looks at him, As they were getting the last dishes done, they hread something Tapping.
Luka: The hell is that?
Robert looked up facing the window and saw a red noise white face peering into the window.
Both Robert and Luka jump back hugged each other.
Robert: AAAHHHGGH!!
Luka: A-AAHHH!!!
Brian: Bhahaha!!! Got ya both. (pulls off the The clown mask) Ah, priceless. Well, have a lovely night, you two. (walks away, still laughing)
Luka: ... What... an asshole.
Robert: ... No shit.
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Poison-Wielding Fugitive   Chapter 15
“I’m actually more worried about you and your store, seeing how you buy poisonous herbs at such a high price.”
I answered Arleaf’s dad while changing the topic.
“Well, obviously, it’s ‘cause this sorta medicine is a local specialty of our village. Oh, yeah, and don’t you go entering our fields either. I won’t forgive you if you do that.”
This village grows some questionable herbs… According to Arleaf, it’s some sort of ingredient for anesthesia, but let’s not get too deep into that subject.
‘Hmm? That field? The herbs I saw growing there were not poisonous ones but a kind that is very effective as an antidote.’
Doubts of Veno’s knowledge on medicinal herbs pass through my mind, but it’s likely to be some other field.
“… is that right?” “It’s just that I post requests for adventurers for the stuff that grows in places a li’l dangerous.”
I don’t really want to know too much about this topic. Well, with three days and the help of a map, I’ve got a pretty good grasp of the villages and the area around here. I wonder if I’m running around a little too carelessly. Actually, I wonder if why Arleaf’s dad is being so hospitable to me is because I’m a regular customer. Or maybe it’s because I seem like I’m also fond of dangerous meds.
“Aren’t you actually here to stock up? I know some guys who can help you out.”
Ugh. Totally suspicious. I don’t wanna delve into anything too shady. I hope Arleaf’s alright. It sucks how she has to go peddle such dangerous medicine when she’s got such a cute face.
‘They do say that every rose has its thorn.’
Veno, if you could, I’d like you to disagree.
‘Is it not quite the cliché for a hero to fall into such trickery? Humans are but foolish beings after all.’
It’s not that I don’t get you, but I’d like for you to think of Arleaf as just beautiful. Anyway, I’ll reject her dad’s proposition.
“I don’t really need to, no. I’m just here to complete whatever quest that’s convenient for me.” “You’re downright cold. You know, if you get wrapped up in our business a little more, you can learn what’s behind that beautiful face of hers.” “Aren’t you treating your daughter like some kind of public hazard? What’s really going on with her?” “Can’t tell secrets. Heh heh heh heh.”
With that, I take my pay as is routine by now, and leave the apothecary.
From this point… I head to the tavern to enjoy a late lunch. As I entered the place, the owner of the tavern was just placing a new bounty list on the wall. I’d like to go bounty hunting too. It’s pretty good money if you have proof of the work you did.
It really gets your blood pumping, like fighting a boss. But right now, my priority is to get stronger. It would be foolish for me to plunge myself into something that dangerous. But like Veno says, even sighting a wanted person is important information, so I should keep an eye out. With a tankard in one hand, I scan over the bounty list.
“Hmm? Ah, aren’t you… Cohgray of the Swamps?”
What, am I famous already? Did the proprietress of the inn talk about me? But rather, Cohgray of the Swamps…
“What is Cohgray of the Swamps?” “Ah, you’ve been going to the swamp ever since you’ve arrived here, haven’t you? Because you’re Cohray and you go to the swamp every day, you’re Cohgray of the Swamps.”
That’s an awful nickname. You couldn’t have picked anything cooler for me? I mean, in fantasy or superhero settings, the characters always have some sort of nickname. So maybe it’s normal for a nickname to come from something so simple.
“…” “Hey, don’t worry about it. Being famous is good. Work gets easier too. Since you’re so familiar with the ins and outs of the swamp, you might get invited by other people to guide them.”
Huh? You mean it might be possible for me to make friends with other adventurers and to be invited for things? That gets me kinda excited. I guess it’s fine, but I’m also interested in what the owner of the tavern posted just now.
“Is that a new bounty list?” “That’s right. They’ve sent this one as a special delivery even to a village like this. Probably means that their country is desperate.”
I had to restrain myself from yelling out after reading what it said.
Human metamorphosed from a dragon, 30,000,000 lag reward Engaged in battle with the joint forces of crusaders from Saint Yggdra and a dragonslayer on the △th day of the ○th month. Be wary of its ability to breathe flames like hellfire and to call down thunder. It is believed to be a Fire Dragon or Thunder Dragon. The dragonslayer weakened the dragon by placing a curse on the dragon to transform it into human. Right as the dragonslayer was about to finish it off, the dragon used cunning magics to flee. This dragon is hiding in the form of a human, aiming to recover strength, and extremely dangerous. We request neighboring nations to aid in the suppression of this dragon. The dragonslayer is in hot pursuit. We wish for any helpful information regarding this matter!
There’s no facial composite or description about appearance on the wanted poster. But judging by the traits and skills, that’s got to be Veno. Funnily enough, they called their own Forced Possession Summoning a curse.
‘It is natural for humans to falsify things so that it sounds better, is it not?’ “A dragon that dangerous is hiding in one of the countries next door, eh? Even then… that reward would really strain the coffers. An eager adventurer looking to get rich quick would go searching for this, eh? Too bad he’s not here.”
For some reason, the owner exasperatedly grumbled.
‘I cannot believe they released a wanted bulletin in a mere three days. You ought to be real careful of this, aye?’
With the reward being a whole 30 million lag, isn’t that actually a monumental amount? Arms and armor are expensive, but even then, it doesn’t cost that much. Killing a dragon weakened and in the form a human pays 30 million… any adventurer blinded by greed will definitely get wind of this and come looking.
… yikes. They still don’t know what kind of dragon Veno is exactly, but if they knew that he’s a Poison Dragon, they might suspect me, a Poison-Wielder. We’ve got to try our best to peacefully and quietly release this spell.
‘It is possible that they could have magic that can detect our whereabouts. You ought to tread forward carefully.’
Whose fault do you think it is that I’m in this predicament? is what I wanted to say, but I guess it’s not entirely Veno’s fault. We’re the victims here, having been forcefully brought together by those bastards. Because of all that, I was feeling pretty anxious. I played it cool, finished my meal, and headed back to the inn.
Back at the inn, I look around in my room. It’s my fourth day in this alternate world… for some reason, coming back to this room already calms me down. It’s beginning to feel like my home. Do people usually get this attached just by staying for a few nights? When I look over at my mixing machine in the corner, I really do mistake this room as my own. Even though I keep telling myself to be ready to escape at any given moment… well, no point in kicking myself over it. I check my status to see what I’ve accomplished with the past three days.
Kogure Yukihisa Poison-Wielder Level 17 Acquired skills: Spirit Link, Poison Absorption, Poison Release, Synthesize Poison, Detect Poison, Poison Enchantment, Hunting Sense, Hunting Mastery I, Aiming Shot, Trap Mastery I, Call Fungus
No other skills were added from what I remember. However, there are more poisons I can make by Synthesize Poison.
Like Moderate Paralysis and Moderate Anesthesia. That, and also Weak Acid, Weak Silencing Poison, and Weak Hallucinogen. By applying the poison to my bolts with Poison Enchantment, I know that Paralysis and Hallucinogen have an effect. Paralysis is as the name suggests, it numbs my target. It makes them sluggish, numb, and prevents them from moving. It takes some time for the poison to kick in and it doesn’t change with condensed poison either.
The other one is the hallucinogen. It kicks in almost immediately, making the target dizzy and hallucinate. The hallucination scares them and—depending on the monster—causes them to run away or go berserk. Veno thinks it’s stupid ‘cause you can’t tailor it to do anything specifically.
Besides balls of poison, I can also make poisonous mist with Poison Release now. If I release it upwind, it should spread pretty far, but I have yet to test it out. It’d be dangerous if I carelessly use it though; it might even spread to the village.
Right now, I’ve been meaning to try out my Weak Mollifying Poison. It softens up the hide or scales of a monster’s protective layer. Unfortunately, as it is, it doesn’t do anything even if you dump it right on them. Furthermore, it doesn’t cope well with heat. One of its weak points is that it disappears once it heats up. I don’t have enough levels to condense it either, so it seems like it’s out of my reach at the moment. While it doesn’t take all that much time to create, I made quite a bit of it, so I gathered it in a bucket. I took some of the inedibly tough meat that they sell here in this village and marinated it for a bit in this mollifying poison. I plan to borrow the inn’s kitchen tonight for this experiment in poisoned steak grilling.
Putting all this poison talk behind us, I’ve gained the skill Hunting Mastery. Thanks to Veno and his advice, I earned this skill by practicing with my crossbow. Well, I’m pretty familiar with how the crossbow works now as well. Maybe because of that, I also have Aiming Shot… I focus on aiming and the bolt strikes with a little more power. This definitely seems like an active skill.
This skill uses a bit of mana. I thought a good way to fight a monster would be to dig a hole in the swamp, trap it, and kill. When I tried that out, I gained Trap Mastery. Did I try that out today? Once the poison kicks in, they quickly die. The condensed poison made with Poison Release seems to work well enough.
Ah, obviously, I haven’t poisoned any human beings yet. Actually, I’ve been fighting monsters deep in the swamp upfront and it was kinda tough. I retreated many times thanks to Veno warning me. Some monsters don’t care about the pools of poison and they charge straight in for me. I don’t think I’d be able to fight ones that can shoot me with magic. I still don’t feel like I’ve fully mastered the crossbow.
That’s why I use traps to fight. Just in case I need them, I tend to store up my spoils with storage magic… but Veno almost always deliciously feasts on them. I’ve still got a lot to work on, but it’s going pretty well, eh? As well, I tried theorizing the difference between Masteries and poison creation. You can practice your Masteries but I can create poisons without practice. This is the difference between something gained from training and something that’s inborn. Veno had said before: no matter how hard a snake works, a venomous bite is not something that can be learned. Since it’s something I’m inherently capable of, it has nothing to do with hard work. It’s likely something to do with me being a Poison-Wielder that I can wield poison. Not only is it convenient, it’s nothing to scoff at either.
‘Surprisingly, you have grown accustomed to it.’
Well, yeah. I was originally a basic code monkey. I thought I’d hate a job as physically demanding as an adventurer. I didn’t think I’d be as good as I am. With that said though, there are still many monsters that are above me and levelling in the dungeon and fighting monsters there seems tough. Not only because of that, I also have people hunting me down, so I want to get stronger… I realize that it’s considerably difficult fighting alone.
Veno’s protection has helped me out a lot, but when I encounter a bunch of monsters together, I still have to withdraw. A real-life example would be the pack of Zombie Dogs. My poison ineffective against them, so I had no hope of beating them head-on. I’m not strong; there are limits to what I can do alone. Even with me power levelling, it’s rough to fight in the pools of poison.
Hmm… it might be dangerous, but should I be a little braver and join a party? They even call me Cohgray of the Swamps. It shouldn’t be weird for me to find some adventuring buddies, fight monsters in the area, and to take a tiny share of the experience. It’s just that I’m 26 years old and I somehow feel like I should be an experienced adventure already. I worry that others will refuse to join me because of that.
Arleaf’s dad is probably… I dare say, in his thirties. And he’s got a daughter that old already. I’m afraid marriageable age here is different than the one in Japan. I don’t think I look that old, but… well, whatever. I think I’ll head to the swamp after a quick rest. Since I’m going to the swamp again today, I suddenly I realized that I have to dry my robe in the shade.
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“There’s mold on it… what’s worse, there’s even mushrooms growing…”
I didn’t realize that there were mushrooms with red caps growing on the lining of my robe! It’s only been three days since I got it from Veno! I didn’t think it’d grow mold that quickly. It’s a huge shock to me, but… that can only mean that I’m filthy.
‘It is because you do not often air it out, is it not?’
I know. It’s because I jump into swamp water so much and hanging it out to dry is a pain. I’m also often in a damp place. It doesn’t matter how much of a Poison-Wielder I am, my clothes won’t be resistant to poison too, eh?
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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 years ago
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Back Roads
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Summary: The reader breaks things off with her boyfriend but she wasn’t expecting her walk home to end up with two bickering strangers popping out of the woods...
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,500ish
Warnings: language
A/N: Written for @percywinchester27 ‘s Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge. My prompt/quote was “Lots of death, huh? Personally, I’m trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!”...
“You said you were taking me on a date,” you said, glancing around before tilting your head at the jerk next to you.
“Um, I thought I was pretty obvious that we came out here to make out, ya know, have sex...” said Archie. 
“First off, don’t assume anything and have you never heard the expression buy a girl dinner first? Just take me home,” you said, crossing your arms as you felt Archie move his hand to rest on your thigh. “I said take me home. Now.”
“Come on. We’re out in the middle of the woods, no one will see,” he said. “I brought a condom if you’re worried.”
“Oh, how freaking thoughtful of you,” you said, picking up his hand and tossing it back in his own lap. “Drive me home now, Archie.”
“Come on, Y/N. It’s not like you’ve never done it or-”
“This is me telling you that we’re done,” you said, flinging open the door. “I’m walking home and by the way, Archie, you were by far the shittiest boyfriend I’ve ever had.”
“Bitch,” he said as you slammed the door shut, watching him pull out and onto the dirt road to head back towards the main one. 
“Someday, Y/N, we will find the one. Some cute guy that doesn’t turn into an ass after the third date,” you said. You started the walk, guessing it was only ten or so minutes and then your phone would be working again. You could try calling Stacy but it was a Saturday night and she was probably either too wasted or too busy with a guy or three to be coming to pick you up. 
“Hey!” someone shouted at you as they ducked out from the tree line, shining a flashlight at you. You heard some movement behind you and spun around, spotting another shorter man. Even if it was pretty much pitch black in the woods this late at night, you figured it was a shotgun he was pointing at you.
“Oh, don’t tell me I just walked straight into Deliverance,” you said, looking all around.
“Who are you?” asked the shorter one. You glanced at his gun and he lowered it. “Did you come here with that guy, Archie?”
“Ew, what are you, peeping Toms?” you asked, spinning around.
“No,” said the one with the flashlight. “I’m Sam. The guy over there is my brother Dean.”
“Hi,” he said, waving his fingers. “Now you tell us your name.”
“Y/N,” you said, looking back and forth between them. “How do you know Archie?”
“Your boyfriend-”
“Ex boyfriend,” you said, looking at Dean who was giving you his bitch face. “He’s an ass. A horny ass.”
“Great, then you won’t mind helping us,” said Dean.
“Dean,” said Sam, waving his hands. “Hello? We should tell her-”
“Tell me what exactly?” you said, Dean sighing.
“Archie is a monster. He’s been killing woman for, five, six years in this area. You’re lucky you got out of the car. He’ll be back,” said Dean.
“Oh my god,” you said, knowing suddenly what that dangerous thing he gave off was suddenly. “He’s a serial killer? You guys are cops?”
“I did say monster right?” Dean asked Sam, rolling his eyes.
“Dean, you know...forget it. Y/N, hey, um, listen...when we say Archie is a monster we mean like a literal monster monster. You know, think of like a vampire or ghoul or siren or ghost. Anyone of those things,” said Sam.
“Right,” you said. Well, they weren’t the kind of dangerous you thought they were before. Just plain old crazy...but that didn’t mean you were in any less trouble.
“If you were her, would you believe us?” said Dean. “You should have just let her think we were cops.”
“Cops don’t just murder people! Or monsters!” said Sam.
“Yeah but we were gonna. Or would could have shoved her away somewhere safer instead of having her scanning the freaking terrain trying to decide if she should run down that hill to the left. Pro tip, there’s a swamp down there so I would advise against it,” said Dean, pointing down at his muddy jeans.
“Dean, this is what happens when you try to-”
“This is what happens when I try to what? She got out of the car and derailed the whole thing. We can’t exactly pull her out of it and do the FBI schtick if she gets out on her own!” said Dean.
“We could have done the FBI schtick! You’re just a dumbass!” said Sam.
“I’m a dumbass? You’re a dumbass! You know how much more death is going to come if we don’t kill that thing? We need to get rid of it. Tonight,” said Dean.
“Lots of death, huh? Personally, I’m trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!” you said, clapping your hands togehter and turning around, trying to head down the road.
“You’re going to die if you do that you know,” said Dean. “It won’t be pretty.”
“So you suggest I stay with...whatever the hell you guys are?” you asked.
“Hunters,” said Sam. “We hunt monsters and save people. It’s kind of our thing.”
“Oh. I forgot to tell you guys I’m a space cowboy so I totally get the unique job thing but I’m gonna go now, kay? Bye,” you said, heading down the road, a hand fisting in your jacket a few moments later.
“Think we’re bat shit crazy all you want, Y/N but we’re not going to let you get torn to shreds,” said Dean, smoothing out your jacket, his gun now by his side. “Come on. You’ll be able to tell your grandkids about the time you kicked a monsters ass.”
“You are insane. You realize that right?” you asked, Dean just smiling as you realized Sam and his flashlight were gone. 
“Sure. I’m insane. I want you to just keep talking to me like normal right now,” said Dean, rubbing your arm. “Just look at me unless you want to get us both killed.”
“Why would I do that?” you asked, Dean tilting his head to the right.
“Because there is a monster hunting us from the tree line right now and Sammy needs a better shot before he can take it,” said Dean. “When I tug you behind me, you’re going to run straight back as hard and fast as you can, understand? I’ll be right behind you.”
“You’re insane,” you said, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. 
“You already said that,” said Dean. “You feel how cold the air got, didn’t you?”
“It’s the weather,” you said, watching the goosebumps prickle over Dean’s skin, the way his pink lips turned an almost blueish shade. “It’s freezing.”
“I hope you’re not averse to makeshift flamethrowers,” said Dean. “Sammy’s got to light this thing up.”
“Why are we talking if it’s so close?” you asked.
“It’s incredibly deadly but it’s hearing is crap when it’s in it’s supernatural form,” said Dean. “I think I just saw a pair of blue eyes in the dark. Any second now, sweetheart.”
“You’re insane,” you said, your fingertips turning pink from the sudden temperature drop, all of your senses telling you something was hunting you at the moment.
“You’re like a broken record,” he teased. “I hear Sammy coming up behind me so here we-”
“Ouch,” you said, flat on your back staring up at Sam and Dean. 
“Hey, she lives!” said Sam, Dean helping you sit upright. You looked around but saw nothing more than a few linger flames.
“I didn’t even get to see it!” you said, pressing a hand to your head.
“You wanted to see the monster? Maybe you’re the insane one,” said Dean, cocking his head with a grin. He pressed a bandana against the back of your head and you winced. “He may have thrown a rock at your head before I could you behind me. Sorry about that.”
“Well, I’m not dead so I guess I’ll take the concussion,” you said. “Sorry I kind of...freaked out.”
“You did better than most people actually,” said Sam. “You didn’t faint once or nothing.”
“Just fell head over heels for me,” said Dean with a big grin.
“Last cocky guy I knew got his ass charbroiled you know,” you said, Sam snorting beside you. 
“Oh, now that the monster’s been dealt with I’m sure Y/N will say she had it handled by herself, right?” asked Dean, getting you to your feet.
“Totally. A little lighter fluid and a flare gun is all a girl needs,” you joked, the guys looking at each other.
“We have a flare gun. Why have we never thought of that?” asked Sam.
“Because we’re dumbasses and Y/N isn’t,” said Dean. You wobbled a little when you took a step but Dean caught your arm. “Okay, let’s take you to get your head checked out.”
“Just drop me off at a hospital. I’ve been in your guy’s hair enough tonight,” you said. “Thanks for the save.”
“Anytime sweetheart.”
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stargleeksil-blog · 7 years ago
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Criminal Minds s05e23 “Our Darkest Hour” review - or more aptly named, season five finale, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Episode 23 – Our Darkest Hour
So. We made it. Fifth season finale. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Let’s see what happens.
Okay. Various cities in the eighties … why?
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That profile looks eerily familiar … but I can’t place it ….
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Oh my fucking goodness fucking gracious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s Tim Curry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Oh my god, oh my god I’m so fucking excited about this episode right now.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I mean, don’t get me wrong, this sounds like one sick episode, and one sick “unsub” (and it’s only in quotes because we know who he is, so he’s no longer an unknown subject XD) but I can’t wait!
“Hey, what did Strauss want?”
“She needs us in Los Angeles. Home invasion homicide last night. His wife Colleen was equally beaten and raped repeatedly.”
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“Repeatedly?”
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Fuck.
“That’s what she reported.”
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“Wait, she survived this?”
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Oh damn.
“He chose to keep her alive.”
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“Everything but that points to an organized offender, an experienced one.”
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“Was she able to identify him?”
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Sort of.
“Rotten inside and out.”
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“Did he rape her in front of the husband?”
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Oh god.
“One home invasion rarely warrants Strauss personally sending us out.”
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“No, there’s more. Ballistics match a double homicide downtown LA, 48 miles away.”
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“Where three days ago, those two women were raped and killed.”
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“But last night was in the suburbs.”
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“They’re afraid of another night stalker.”
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,God, this sounds awful.
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Alfred Lord Tennyson: “And out of the darkness came the hands that reached through nature, molding men.”
Didn’t get that one.
“This guy’s way too good at this to have just started.”
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“He pulled off hours of torture and a homicide without disturbing the neighbors.”
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“And robbed the house.”
“That could be a habit.”
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“You think he started as a burglar?” “If it was just about the killing, he wouldn’t bother robbing them.”
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He has a point.
“Wait, how did he get in last night?”
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Well …
“He distracted them.”
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“So he could climb through their bedroom window.”
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“Well, victimology’s all over the map.”
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That doesn’t bode well.
“Randomness implies a lack of predictability. I think that’s the point.”
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“All the varying people in his message. He wants them all to fear him.”
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Oh dear.
“JJ and I will set up at the station.”
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“Dave, you and Reid go visit Mrs. Everson at the hospital.”
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“Morgan and Prentiss, the LAPD detectives are waiting for you at the Everson house.”
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I hope they find him soon.
That detective looks familiar.
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Hmm.
Classic cop banter.
“Quite a crowd out there.”
Yeah, no kidding.
“DNA match?”
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“He covers up.”
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Ew.
“So the unsub cut the power.”
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Nope. LA has a rolling blackout.
“Well, people are afraid of the dark. He probably preyed on that.”
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Yup.
“Okay, so the lights go out, and this guy starts banging on the door. Why give them the heads-up like that? Why not just break in?”
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“Makes for a fun night.”
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Oh god.
“Why is she in restraints?”
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“She tried to kill herself.”
Fuck.
“Twice.”
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Oh my honey trying to talk to a raped woman, oh honey.
“This man only thinks about power and control. Leaving you behind gives him that.”
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Fuck.
“Where’s Rossi?”
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“He’s talking with Hotch and Morgan.”
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“It’s incredibly detailed.”
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Damn, the cops did a good job.
“Busiest in LA.”
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Yup. God, I love my poodle.
“Hey, Garcia, I got JJ here.”
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Lol. They have to warn her about who’s there.
“Praise the Gods.”
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Huh?
“Los Angeles has a weirdly low rate of home invasion burglaries.”
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Really? With all the movie stars?
“I snagged a case in Westchester where a guy violently knocked down the front door, kicked the dog, and took off with the TV.”
“Breaking down the front door sent a message.”
“He’s trying to intimidate the victims.”
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“Yeah, and as horrible as the dog-kicking burglar sounds, I think the guy we’re looking for is even more horrible.”
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There’s a more horrible guy than someone who kicks dogs? Okay.
“Garcia, this unsub’s had practice, a lot of it. Maybe not in LA, but he’s definitely done this before.”
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“Word. This is not his first crime party.”
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How can she make stuff sound so cute?
“We need to expand the search to all of the southern California. He can be in other cities with a quick ride on the freeways.”
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“Yeah, will do.”
You bet she will.
“Thanks, Garcia.”
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“It’s late he could already be hunting.”
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Oh dear.
“Pure evil.”
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“Evil can’t be scientifically defined. It’s an illusory moral concept that doesn’t exist in nature.”
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“Its origins and connotations have been inextricably linked to religion and mythology . this offender has shown no signs of any belief.”
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And Prentiss like, nodding at his astonishment.
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“I’m Spencer Reid.”
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Lol.
“Matt Spicer.”
“Jennifer Jareau.”
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Introductions.
“Not at noon?”
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“Both these clocks are stopped at 12:00.”
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So?
“Was there a blackout?”
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Starting last night.
“Where’s the next rolling blackout?”
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Fuck. He’s listening on the radio.
Shit.
“Forced entry?”
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“No.”
Fuck.
“Garcia. I need you to check if there were any clusters of home invasions in previous summers during rolling blackouts in California. Look statewide.”
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Damn, that’s wide.
“He left a message this time.”
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Oh dear.
“A first time for everything.”
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“You think he’s welcoming us?”
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Wow. Talk about sarcastic.
“At least he’s telling us more with each crime scene. Uneducated. Made the kid watch. Sadistic.”
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“Chooses to hunt and kill in the dark. Doesn’t want to be seen.”
“Why?”
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“Maybe he’s ashamed of something.”
Oh god, he has a shortcoming.
“He doesn’t want any eyes on him.”
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“Except the kid.”
Fuck.
“Didn’t want him to miss a thing.”
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“What you got there?”
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God I can’t handle Derek talking to kids. It’s so cute!
“Is that a robot?”
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“It’s a monster.”
Yikes.
Oh my god, I know that kid, too.
“Monster, huh? What’s it doing?”
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“Once that man left, what did you do? Did you get under the bed?”
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Spicer, don’t talk for the kid. There’s a reason behind whatever my puppy is doing. Please.
“Did you happen to get a look at that man?”
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SPICER! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!
“Would you mind showing me how you did that?”
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Oh my god, I love Morgan so much.
“That’s good, kid. That’s really good.”
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“Look, I’m really glad the kid didn’t see anything, but it could have been helpful.”
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So he would’ve heard everything. Oh dear.
“Forcing a child to witness this is clearly sadistic.”
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No kidding.
“He destroyed the boy’s innocence and took away his childhood. This probably mirrors the unsub’s own experience.”
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“There’s no excuse for what he’s doing.”
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“We’re not justifying anything.”
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“Everything he says, everything he does, tells us what makes him tick, that’s all.”
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Yup.
“The message that he left us was misspelled, which says that he was not well-educated.”
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Yup.
“Just because his recent attacks are in Los Angeles doesn’t mean he’s from here.”
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“Killing in the dark is a must for him.”
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“We believe that’s why he’s come to LA, that and his willingness to kill random people tells us that he’s an opportunistic offender, and these types are incredibly difficult to predict.”
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“And as you all know, the rolling blackouts have been announced so residents can prepare for the few hours they’ll be in darkness.”
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Well that ain’t good.
“Unfortunately, that also tells the killer whose windows will be open, whose alarms will be disarmed.”
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“The dark is his signature. It’s a habit, and we’ll find that he’s always killed this way.”
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“‘Cause he’s a coward.”
“To some degree, yes. He also has intimacy issues.”
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Ew. I’m sorry, but ew.
“And based on the vicious nature of his crimes, the press has named him the Prince of Darkness.”
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Oh boy.
“Prince. That’ll fuel his ego.”
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Oh god.
“Once we unravel his need for darkness, we’ll find him.”
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That kid is smart.
“Yeah, Prentiss. What’s the plan?”
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“Rolling blackouts are still scheduled tonight.”
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“How’s LAPD’s gonna patrol it?”
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“With the number of calls they’ve been getting, they’re stretched thin already.”
“Well, then they gotta cancel it.”
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Yup.
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s not gonna work. LAPD’s outnumbered 10,000 to one.”
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Fudge.
So they’re going to keep the blackouts. Fuck.
Yup.
“Did you tell her that we’re gonna need to talk to Carter again tomorrow?”
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“He won’t remember anything.”
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Why you gotta be like that?
“We have psychological markers, things that could help him out.”
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“You want to make him relive it?”
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Uh, he wants to catch this asshole.
“If it will help us catch this guy, yes.”
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Well, that’s one hell of a profile, detective.
“You know, Carter didn’t reveal that much. How come you know all this?”
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So he lost his parents?
Drunk driver?
He makes it sound like he saw it.
What the fuck?
“You seem to have insight, as if you witnessed it.”
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Uh. Yeah.
“I lost my father.”
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Yup.
“He was shot and killed right in front of my eyes.”
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Yup, my poor puppy.
“So I choose to look at it like this. We all have people in our lives. Some of them are good. Some of them are bad. But they shape us, detective. That’s why you have that badge. That’s why the two of us are sitting in this car right now.”
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Oh god, I’m so in love.
“How’s the boy?”
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“He’s quiet.”
“Too soon for an interview?”
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Yup.
“I want to find this guy before we have to put the kid through it.”
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Yup.
“Guys, Garcia’s got something.”
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“Everybody needs to sit down ‘cause I’m about to rock your world,”
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“And not in a way I like to do it.”
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I love you, lady, I needed you.
“I have scoured and searched, and you were totally right. This unsub has been doing it forever.”
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Shit.
“There is nowhere he hasn’t been in the last 26 years. Honestly. Every single state.”
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“Well, 48 continental.”
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XD
“My point … he is the worst I’ve ever seen, and we have all seen some things.”
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“How did you connect him?”
“Everything you said. He’s drawn to the dark. He shows up during a blackout, he robs, he kills, he leaves a witness.”
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Damn.
“He never hits the same city twice.”
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“Except Los Angeles.”
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Yup.
“I’m sending everything your way, and you better load up that printer, ‘cause it looks like he started in southern California way back in the summer of 1984.”
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Oh damn.
“The summer Olympics were in Los Angeles that year.”
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“So was Richard Ramirez. That’s the year he started.”
Who’s that?
“It appears the unsub started that summer during a blackout in San Diego. Form there, he went to Orange County. After that, he ended up in Los Angeles, and then worked his way up the coast.”
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Oh god, that is one sick dude.
“Why did he come back? And why now?”
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“The son of a bitch left a baby in there.”
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Fuck!
“Everyone will have power tonight.”
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Thank fuck.
“When he started in San Diego, it was all about the robberies. By the time he got to Orange County, he robbed and assaulted his victims. First murder was in Long Beach, and he left a witness.”
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“He got away with it for 26 years. Why did he come back?”
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“Well, the media coverage actually helped. Neighbors are hyper vigilant. As soon as they heard the gunfire, they called the police.”
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“Did he leave a message this time?”
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Yup. A baby. In the fucking closet.
“There’s got to be some kind of message in that.”
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“Why them? Why now?”
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“It was in your division.”
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Oh dear.
“You’re sure you never worked anything like this before?”
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You kidding? He would’ve remembered a sick fuck like this.
“Two women killed in your division, no survivors. Then a couple, leaving the wife as a witness. Then a mother, leaving the son. Now two parents, but a baby survives. If there’s some kind of pattern, I’ve never seen it before.”
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“He circled back to LA for a reason.”
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“The first two murders here in LA County were close by. Long Beach is on the cusp of LA and Orange Counties.”
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“Let’s look into that one.”
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“Home invasion. Husband was shot. Wife was left alive.”
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“Sounds familiar.”
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“What’s the next one?”
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“After Long Beach, he went to Santa Monica.”
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“Wait a minute. Spicer, do you have family out there?”
Uh oh.
“Home invasion robbery, double homicide. Joe and Sylvia Spicer were killed.”
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Fucking fuck shit!
“Those are my parents. It doesn’t make sense. They died in a car accident. A drunk driver.”
“Who told you that?”
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His grandparents.
Oh dear.
“This guy knows who you are.”
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“Look, when Carter said the unsub made him watch from the closet, you flinched.”
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Fuck.
“This guy is taunting you.”
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“He wants you to know it’s him.”
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“You went through a major trauma as a kid. You believed the story because it was easier.”
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“You want to make me remember what really happened?”
Oh god, he’s so skeptic.
“It’s your call.”
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“Is this, you know, like, hypnosis or something?”
“No, I’m just gonna try and trigger some memories by walking you through what happened that night.”
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Come on, cooperate with my puppy.
“I just want you to try and relax.”
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I am.
“It was July. And it was hot.”
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You are hot.
“Were the windows open?”
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“Good. Good.”
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“What do you hear?”
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Oh come on, try harder.
Oh god, I’m about to throw up. I love Tim Curry, but come on. Ugh.
“No, that’s enough. You did enough.”
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Oh my god, I’m so in love with my puppy.
“You’re good.”
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“He keeps a survivor so that they’ll never forget him, but with you, it goes beyond that, because … he believes he turned you into the city’s hero.”
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“If your parents weren’t killed, you might not have become a detective.”
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“The press has talked about your history. He’s not a part of it. And he wants that recognition.”
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“He wants everyone to know what he’s done to you.”
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“Is that your daughter?”
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Shit.
“Where is she?”
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Oh dear.
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“Ellie’s gone. So is his sister.”
Shit.
“Are they on their way to the station?”
“The car’s still here and the power’s cut, so the unsub was definitely here.”
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“Where are you going?”
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“We’re gonna try his sister’s place. This guy needs privacy. He didn’t leave them here for us to find. Which means he took them somewhere.”
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“What’s her address?”
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“You know, I don’t even know if we’re gonna find them there.”
“You know what? We won’t.”
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What?
“This is about you. There’s no history at your sister’s place. He probably too them to Santa Monica to your old house.”
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“Reid, we’re stuck in traffic. The lights are out.”
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“Yeah, it’s out here, too. Working off generators. Pretty sure it’s citywide.’
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“That’s Morgan on the other line.”
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“With a population of 8 million people, it’s only a matter of time before the cell phone reception goes …”
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Shit.
“Reid? Are you …?”
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Fuck.
“Spicer, we really should be waiting for backup.”
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Yeah.
Fuck.
“Spicer, don’t do it. He doesn’t kill children. You know that.”
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Oh god. Please, listen to my puppy.
“Don’t do it.”
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“He will kill you. He’s nothing but a coward!”
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Fuck!
Don’t you dare fucking hurt my baby like that!
Fuck you!
“No! Pick it up!”
Listen to my baby.
“He’ll kill you.”
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Fuck.
“Don’t do it!”
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“Spicer!”
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Shit.
“Come on, man! Get up!”
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Oh god. I love Tim, but this is crazy.
“Promise me she’ll be okay, Morgan.”
“Do it and promise him!”
Fuck.
“Okay! I promise.”
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FUCK!
“What is wrong with you?!”
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“We will find you, you sick son of a bitch.”
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You bet your fucking ass.
I hate (love) this show so fucking much.
I’ll see you guys next time in season six.
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my-abibliophobia · 8 years ago
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Favorite Teen Titans Cartoon Quotes
Raven: Thanks... my friends. Beast Boy: So we really are friends? Raven: Hmmm... (Nods yes) Beast Boy: Do you think I'm funny? Raven: ... Don't push it.
 (Beast Boy is standing outside Raven's room, reluctant to go in and apologize to her; he knocks once and very quietly) Beast Boy: Oh, well. Nobody's home. (Starts walking away whistling, runs into Cyborg) Cyborg: You might want to knock a little louder. (Cyborg bangs on Raven's door, causing it to break) Beast Boy: Now we both have to apologize.
 Starfire: (Puts down a hypnotized Beast Boy) I cannot awaken him. I have tried the tickling, all manners of bodily noises, and the word 'underpants'. I fear that this time his brain is lost forever! Raven: Beast boy had a brain? Beast Boy: (Wakes up and laughs) Ha ha!! Good one!! (Stops, glares) Dude! That's not funny! I totally have a brain!!! I just don't use it much....
 Raven: Beast Boy, don't make me send you to another dimension.
 (Starfire, Cyborg, Raven, & Robin are walking up alley towards Beast Boy) Robin: Careful, we don't want to hurt him. Raven: Speak for yourself!
 Beast Boy: Split up?! SPLIT UP?! DID YOU NOT SEE THE MOVIE?! When you split up, the monster hunts you down one at a time, starting with the good-looking, comic relief guy, ME!
 Starfire: Eeek! Someone's claws are on my grebnax! Beast Boy: Heh.. My bad.. Cyborg: There was a monster here, right? Robin: But where did it go? Starfire: And from where did it come from? Beast Boy: HELLO! Isn't it obvious?! The movie's cursed! Watching it opened a portal to another dimension! The monster came through the portal, now it's gonna hunt us down and eat us! AND I'M PROBABLY DELICIOUS!
 Beast Boy: Come on, Raven, you know I'm hilarious. I'm not gonna give up 'til you smile. Okay, why did the aardvark cross the road? Raven: To beat up the idiot telling jokes about him.(Cyborg, Robin, & Starfire laugh) Cyborg: Now THAT was funny.
 Beast Boy: (With a British accent) Smashing, love! Jolly good laugh... (He looks at the city skyline to see that it has been "Britainized," and screams) Oh, dear... I'm a Tommy, a limey, a Brit! Cyborg: Yo, Brit Boy, we could use a hand! Beast Boy: Right then, have at you! Raven: Could you please stop talking like that? Beast Boy: You're just jealous because I sound like a rock star.
 Cyborg: Chill out, y'all. The monster is just some dude in a costume. (Cyborg touches the monster) That's not some dude in a costume!
 Dr. Light: No one defeats Dr. Light! Raven: (Appearing behind him) Remember me? Dr. Light: (Looking terrified  I'd like to go to jail now, please. Raven: Next time you want to pick a place to rob, try and find one we can't see from our living room.
 Beast Boy: One fully, assembled Cyborg. Well, almost. (Cyborg is standing tall with all of his parts except his hands) Cyborg: Let's try to get the T-Ship flying. First, interlock the two pods. (Beast Boy just stands there dumbfounded) Roll them back together.
  Cyborg: I'll make this simple. Start by attaching the thermal coupler to the volt relay meter. Beast Boy: Um, could you make it more simpler?
 Cyborg: I've just gotta cross the conjoining wires with the transistor couplers, connect the oscillator to the main data port, and we're good to go. Beast Boy: Can't he ever just speak English?
 Cyborg: It's not rocket science. (Pause) Well, okay, maybe it is rocket science, but it's not that hard! Beast Boy: Look, it'd be a lot easier if you'd stop yelling at me in techno lingo!
 Robin: I don't think you understand. On our planet, "girlfriend" means -- Starfire: A female with whom you have a pleasant and special association, including the sharing of enjoyable recreation, and occasionally the buying of bountiful floral arrangements. Robin: ... Okay, maybe you do understand.
  Beast Boy: I hate to say it, but four-eyes has a point. My butt can't take much more kicking. Starfire: It can, and it will!
 Beast Boy: Okay, you're freaking me out here! The white robe and smile are weird enough, but hugs? Are you still... you? White Raven: Blue is still my favorite color, and don't get used to the smile, 'cause you're still not funny. Beast Boy: Huh? (Thinks for a moment, then hugs Raven) Raven! White Raven: Quit it.
 Cyborg: Mind telling me why you're always by yourself? Raven: You heard the kid. I don't exactly fit in. Cyborg: He's green, half of me is made of metal, and she's from space. You fit in just fine.
 Madame Rouge: Any final words? Beast Boy: (Sees the floor under her starting to crack) Yeah, I wouldn't stand there if I were you.
 Kid Flash: Sorry I'm late, I had to pick up a friend. (Jinx walks on screen; when she reaches the end of the stairs, Kid Flash looks at her and grins; she also smiles at him; the Hive Five freak out) Gizmo: You're with him?! Traitor! Kid Flash: You probably have some catching up to do. (Runs off to join the fight) Jinx: Nothing personal. (Attacks HIVE Five) Cyborg: Now, that was unexpected. (Control Freak nods; Cyborg punches him)
 Beast Boy: Dudes, check it out. (Freezes the Brain) Brain freeze! (Everyone groans)
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huntertales · 8 years ago
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Part Four: Trust is Earned, Not Given. (Fallen Idols S05E05)
Useful Links: Last Part | All Episodes Word Count: 4,273. A/N: Finally, we're done with this episode! I honestly didn't mean for updates to get so slow. But I have to be honest, out of all the episodes I've written for this show, I think this might be one of the weirdest/interesting parts yet. I hope you guys have enjoyed this episode. More soon!
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Scratching sounds, it was the first thing you recognized after coming back around, and you didn’t realize how annoying the noise could be with your pounding headache after someone decided it was a smart idea to kick you in the head. Your body was pressed one of the trees, which had impeccable detail, because you could feel the rough bark dig into your back in an uncomfortable manner, not to mention your hands were tied behind you. You slowly opened your eyes to see a sight that wasn’t what you would have expected to come of tonight. The pagan god you’d been hunting for the past several days, who had made at least a handful of costume changes, decided that the skin he was wearing was good as any. The scratching sounds you were hearing had been of Paris, she sat on a tree stub and began nonchalantly filing her nails with one of the blades she'd picked out from a set. She glanced over at you and the boys, her lips stretching into a smile at the sight of everyone finally coming back around.
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re awake for this.” She greeted you all with a smirk, knowing well enough all of you were in her clutches. You were finding it rather hard to take this monster seriously, for the mannerisms of the iconic reality star were down to a science. She wasn't exactly threatening, even with the knife in her hand and others spread out for display, but she was sure as hell happy. And you knew the reason why, she was having a feast tonight after capturing her prey. “This is gonna be huge.”
"Super." Dean remarked with his infamous sarcasm, he looked away as he rolled his eyes. "Sure wouldn't want to miss this."
Without anyone noticing, you began to try your hardest on tugging at the rope, somehow hoping you could slip yourself out of this before anyone could become the first course. You had a feeling with how it was tied, you could easily make a break for it, sometimes being smaller than the boys had its perks. "I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So it's nice to do to the ritual right," Paris continued on talking, having no clue of what you were trying to do, for she was too caught up on her gluttonous urges. "Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change.”
“Just like the good old days, huh?” Sam asked, pretending to be focused solely on her.
“You have no idea. People adored me.” She said, stressing the word as she scraped her nails once again across the blade to make sure it was perfectly sharp to cut through flesh. “They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces.”
"Yeah," You pretended to agree with her as you kept your facial expression neutral when you tugged on the rope, hoping it would somehow become loose. But all you got in return was frustration, so you lashed out at the monster to put it to good use. "I guess these days, nobody gives a flying crap about some backwoods-forest god, huh?"
"No, not since they cut down my forest to build a yugo plant." Paris said, admitting why she had been forced into hunting down her meals just to keep her hunger satisfied. Dean didn't seem to feel empathetic, he shrugged off her excuse, saying something about the march of progress. "For years now, I've been wandering. Hungry. Scared. Scoundering for scraps. So not sexy." There it was, the personality you would have expected from the real Paris Hilton, but it only lasted for a moment before she continued on. "But then, the best thing ever happened—someone tripped the apocalypse. And then I thought, what the hell—I'm tired of watching what I eat. I want to pig out. So I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans walk straight in the door.”
“Yeah, but they’re not your fans.” Sam corrected the woman.
Paris shrugged her shoulders, not seeming to understand where the problem was. "So? They worship Lincoln, Paul, Hilton...I can see your idol is Gandhi. You people think who you look up to are great and inspiring, but they're all just human. They're nothing like me. I'll take what I can get."
"You know, I got to tell you, you are not the first god we've met," Dean said to her, "but you are the nuttiest."
"No. You. You people. You used to worship gods. And you, I know you idolize strong characters, but I can see deeper, and you're just like everyone else." Paris pointed her index finger at you, deciding to use you as an example from her knowledge. You furrowed your brow, not quite what she was accusing you of. "You idolize celebrities, too. Maybe not Paris here, but I know you've got a thing for that actor—Ryan Reynolds. You think looking up to people nobody's ever heard of makes you superior, but you're not. You're just like all the little sheep obsessed with people that have nothing more than fake tans and tiny dogs."
"Wait, wait, wait—Wait a minute, sister." Dean jumped into the conversation, making you turn your head to look at him when you heard him laughing. He let out a few chuckles, seeming to find this new found information nothing short of amusing. "You're telling me Y/N is obsessed with that douche, Ryan Reynolds? The one who's always in chick flicks? That dude was terrible in that new X-Men movie. Wasn’t he Deadpool?”
"What? He's a good actor...it was just the movie that portrayed Deadpool all wrong. He's not this dark and mysterious character. He's a sarcastic and loudmouth antihero who loves to break the fourth wall. He really deserves his own movie. I think Ryan Reynolds would be perfect for the role." You said, somehow finding yourself talking about a celebrity you had secretly harbored a crush on over the past year. Dean looked at you with a confused expression, probably wondering how you had known all that information, and why you liked the actor. "Josh was really big into comic books when we were teenagers. He would always talk about them and stuff when he tutored me in high school. And what can I say about Ryan Reynolds? He was pretty hot in 'The Proposal.' I guess I have a thing for handsome men with humorous personalities."
"See? That's my point." Paris said, seeming to think your excuse was proving only what she had started to despise of what humans had become. You used it as a way to distract her long enough to start loosening your bonds when you felt the rope beginning to loosen the slightest. "You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly."
"I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Form man, myself." Dean thought it would be funny to give a wink at her, as if he didn't prove enough that he liked to run his mouth in times of being backed into a corner.
"Maybe...But," Paris pushed herself to her feet, deciding to have a little fun for herself as she began to approach Dean, who she only viewed more as her first course as she began to look at him up and down. "There's still a lot of meat on those bones, boy."
"Well, I hate to break it to you sister, but, uh, you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF." Dean said, knowing there was a little loophole that was at least stalling for the three of you. "I've never seen 'House of Wax.'"
Paris fell silent, while she understood that the hunter was right as she began shaking her head, there was something else that he almost forgot about. "No. But I can totally read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?" She curiously asked, the man remained silent. Paris chuckled to herself as she turned around to face the ax stuck in the tree, you watched as she began walking to it. "And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up!"
Before you could see a reincarnation of John Winchester, you felt the rope finally become free, setting you loose and giving you a chance at payback. Paris made the wrong choice of turning her back on you to touch the ax, she didn't see it coming when you dashed across the floor, and tackled her to the ground before she had a chance. You swung up your arm to take the opportunity to punch her, but she was faster, sending an unexpected blow, making you stumble to the ground. You wouldn't have thought in a million years you would be lying on the ground, having a cat fight with a pagan god that was impersonating Paris Hilton, but this job had its twists and turns. She might have been winning this fight, but you could see a blurry figure come out from the corner of your eye going straight for the ax, making Paris distracted just a second longer than you.
You took the opportunity when it arised, you swung a punch at her, making the woman fall to the ground. You managed to get out of the way when Sam jumped into the fight. With the ax in his hands, you watched as he took a swing directly at her neck, but it took five whacks all together to see her head roll off to the ground. You laid in the grass and let out a sigh of relief, happy to know this case was done once and for all. When you looked up to see Sam, holding the ax that was covered in blood, you noticed his face had a fine mist that made him look like Patrick Bateman from "American Psycho" at the angle you were looking at him.
You decided to have a bit of fun, so when you spoke, it was in a high-pitch, mocking an infamous line the true Paris would say. “That’s hot.”
+ + +
The next morning you were happily packing your bags again and grabbing the remaining amount of things you still had in the motel room. You gotten off the phone with the sheriff a little while ago, while you were overjoyed for another life saved, it stalled a bit on you packing. The boys had been ready an hour ago, but you were taking your sweet time. After everything they had been putting you through with this fighting, they could wait until you were done. You reached for your blouse that was discarded on the floor after coming back to the motel yesterday afternoon, as you bent down to grab it, you heard the motel door open after someone knocked twice. Dean announced his arrival when you heard a whistle come from him, you rolled your eyes and tossed the shirt into the duffel bag. "Now, there's a sight I never get tired of seeing." Dean was always cheeky with you, and you returned it with a disapproving shake of the head. He stepped inside your motel room with two cups of hot coffee, and from the smell coming from the brown paper crumpled in his right hand, breakfast for the go. You automatically reached out a hand to take the cup from his grip, but he quickly pulled away, you furrowed your brow in anger, it wasn't exactly smart for him to test you without caffeine. "Hey, hey, hey. Get your grubby hands away. We're not a case anymore. Which means..." "I don't know. What does it mean?" You asked him, pretending not to get what he was hinting around. Dean didn't seem to like your answer, you quickly made your move, snatching the warm cup out of his grip and the paper bag before he could react. Your lips stretched into a smile when he realized what you had done. Before he could become upset, you leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips, knowing it was a rule for the both of you to keep relationship things on hold during hunts for safety. But now that you were free, things could go back to normal for a little while. "Thanks."
“You're welcome, sweetheart. It's the least I could do. I mean, these past few weeks have been pretty crazy, huh? I wanted a moment alone with you, just to see how things are." Dean said. You weren't exactly listening to what Dean was saying right now, but you nodded your head and mumbled a few words to make it seem like you were. Your main focus was packing up the remaining of your things as you sipped on your coffee. Dean watched as you put the cup down and reached for the blouse you had previously abandoned when he came in. But he knew from how your eyes jumped right on him you were fully back into the conversation after what he brought up. "Especially after dealing with future me. I sure was a dick, wasn't I?"
It seemed that you were caught off guard from the change of topic. Neither one of you had spoken about what you had seen after being thrown forward into time to see five years ahead, mostly it was something you were desperately trying to forget after seeing people become the versions of themselves that was your worst fear. But you had a feeling from the growing smirk that was settling on Dean’s mouth, he wasn't talking about the gritty details, it was something much more. You wanted to forget the memory that he was forcing back into your mind the most, and before you could try and change the subject, your guilt for the situation came bubbling to the surface.
“I’m sorry, okay? I'm sorry for kissing him...or you. I don't know. Whatever. It was a stupid mistake and it should have never happened. And despite how it you, only five years in the future, does that make the situation okay? Obviously, not—” Before you could finish your thoughts that were turning into a jumble of rambles, you were cut off at the feeling of someone pressing their lips against yours. You taste lingering elements of fresh mint and coffee, not the whiskey flavor and different things you had remembered from 2014 Dean, this one felt right, it always felt like home. “I’m guessing you're not mad at me?”
“Well, to be honest, I was at first, but then it got me thinking.” Dean said. You could see a smirk starting to crawl at the edge of his lips from what he was about to say next. “Do I still got it even five years into the future?”
“Hmm, I don't know. I think I need to refresh my memory just one more time.” You leaned forward to him as you reached up your arms, letting them wrap around his neck as he pulled you close, both of you shared another quick, yet passionate kiss to tear this hypothesis. Minute or so later, you pulled away, a little breathless, but your stomach felt the same way when you kissed him the first time. He always made it feel special. “You know, since I got my chance at a freebie, I guess it's only fair.”
Dean raised his brows from what you were trying to say, “You telling me, at any given chance, I can kiss another other girl I want? Well, I did see a pretty cute girl at the front desk…” He was being a bit of a bastard, making you laugh slightly, but you could see that he was only joking when you pulled on his leather jacket, making him close as you could possibly be. “Please, Y/N. I would never.  Nobody compares to you, sweetheart.”
You felt his hands wrap around your waist as he bent down to your level, about to give you another kiss as you let you a quiet giggle for how the both of you were acting. But the moment was soon interrupted when you heard someone softly knocking on the parted open motel door. You pull away from Dean to see that it was Sam, he quietly stood outside with his bag slung over his shoulder.
“Hey, I just got off the phone with the sheriff. He told me Danielle was gonna be okay.” Sam said, giving the both of you some good news. You gave him a smile of appreciation as you stepped away from Dean. As you reach for your bag, Dean found himself falling silent, he avoided any eye contact with his brother, you didn't seem to notice the behavior until the younger Winchester spoke up, this time, in a much awkward tone. “Um, I’m just gonna wait in the Impala, okay?”
You looked up to see Sam walking away, leaving you and his brother alone once more, but there wasn't something right from the look on Dean’s face. You placed your hands on the duffel bag you were once trying to zip and let out a quiet sigh, knowing things were still awkward between the boys, and it was only going to show now there wasn't anything to distract them with. “You two are gonna have to get over this little tiff one day.” You said to the older Winchester. Dean rolled his eyes from what you mentioned, he knew it was true, but the both of them would only keep this going until it was too late. “Dean, if you keep thinking about the past, it's not going to change the future. We’re all going to turn into...that.”
The mention of it made Dean flinch at the memory, it wasn't just seeing his future self pulling the colt on you that made him upset, it was more that he thought you didn't see. To this day, he wondered what made his brother say yes to the Devil. “‘The moment there is suspicion about a person’s motives, everything he does becomes tainted.’” You brought him back into reality when you spoke again. Dean furrowed his brow from what you said, you let out a soft chuckle and walked over to him with your bag strap over your shoulder. “It's a quote from Gandhi. The more you keep Sam on a leash, the closer we’re all damned to repeat history. You gotta let it go, Dean. I mean, there was a time I didn't trust you.”
Dean thought about what you mentioned, his facial expression softened when he remembered what he did to you last year. Between lying to you about what he did in Hell for months and listening to a demon himself, perhaps he wasn't better than his brother. “Look, I understand you can't trust Sam all the way just yet. But you gotta try, Dean.” You said to him. You reached out your arm and intertwined your fingers with his. “You’ll get there eventually.”
The both of you exchanged a look before deciding it was time to head out. You shut the motel room door and began heading down the path where the Impala was parked, and a patient Sam leaning against the passenger side door until his brother would open up the trunk. You gave the younger man a smile as you adjusted the strap on your shoulder, you complained to Dean that he needed to hurry up. He mocked you in a playful tone as he grabbed the keys from his jacket and opened up the trunk, allowing you first to toss in your duffel bag first, for some reason it felt like it weighed a ton. Dean was silent as he watched his brother do the same thing, you nudged him in the side with your elbow to give him the courage.
“Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you.” Dean stared off the conversation. He was a bit awkward at first, he shoved his hands inside his pocket as Sam looked up at him, wondering what this was about. The older Winchester found himself glancing over at you for a second. “Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal.”
“You didn't know.” Sam said, thinking he was fully only at fault for everything that was happening.
“Yeah, well, neither did you.” Dean said. Sam looked down at the ground, obviously not comforted by the thought about how all of you played a heavy part in this mess. “I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith.”
“And start the apocalypse.” Sam added.
“Which neither of us saw coming, I mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing?” Dean asked. The man found himself at a pause, almost as if he was trying his hardest to get the words out of his mouth. But he knew you were right, him and his brother needed to be on the same page for this to work. “Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you. So, for that I’m sorry.”
Sam looked at the man directly in the eye from what he heard, “Thanks.”
Dean nodded his head, deciding this picture perfect moment wasn't going to last forever, he said his grief, now it was time to get back on the road. He reached up and slammed the trunk shut, while he kept himself occupied by looking for the keys to the Impala, there was a question lingering in his mind. "Where do we go from here?"
"I don't know about you guys, but the way I see it, we've got one shot at surviving this." You said. Dean looked over at you, wondering what you were going to say. "Maybe the Devil wants to wear Sammy like a cheap suit. Maybe the same with you and Michael. Maybe there's no changing that."
"Well," Dean let out a bitter chuckle from what you were saying, "That's encouraging, Y/N."
"But we can stop wringing our hands over it. We got to just grab on to whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting." You said. If all of you thought the fight was trouble before, you were just getting started. The boys seemed to have agreed with your plan, but you weren’t done speaking. “Look, if we really want to survive this, you gotta have each other’s backs. Both of you are gonna have to be on the same level. Because if you think the fight for you is hard, I have a feeling it’s gonna be twice as hard for me, if you know what I mean.”
The boys nodded their head, knowing well enough what you were speaking about, without addressing further details everyone knew, but pretended as if it wasn't real. You placed your hands on your hips and let out a sigh of relief. "What do you say we get the hell out of here?" Dean asked the both of you. You were more than happy to agree with that plan. Sam headed for the passenger's side as you began walking to the backseat, like always. Dean turned around to head for the driver's side, but he stopped in his tracks, he decided to change things up a bit.
Dean turned around to face his little brother with an outstretched hand, you noticed the keys were dangling from his index finger. "You wanna drive, Sammy?"
Sam was a bit hesitant at first about taking the offer. It was the first time his brother asked him to drive since the apocalypse started. "You sure?"
Dean glanced over at you for a moment, you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest, and the smallest smile starting to spread across your lips at what he was doing. The Impala was like Dean's baby, his prized possession, and seeing him being brave enough to let his little brother drive, you had a feeling this was the step in the right direction. "Yeah. I could, uh—I could use a nap." Dean said as he looked back over at his brother. "That is, if Y/N will let me crash in the back."
You didn't have a problem with that at all. You looked over at Sam, the both of you gave each other a quick smile, all before you were running around the car, going in the opposite of where you were comfortable with. Sam got himself in the driver's side as you slipped yourself into the passenger seat, Dean didn't seem to complain when he got the entire backseat to himself. The engine turned over just a short moment later, and before Sam could put his foot on the gas, Dean already was complaining about not wanting to too much chatter from you and his brother. You looked at Sam from the corner of your eye, and for some reason, the both of you shared an expression of gleefulness, like you were sharing some secret. Maybe, for the first time since being back together, you had your best friend again, there was no awkward tension between the both of you. And for the first time, you couldn't wait to share a moment of normalcy with the younger Winchester.
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